Pure white feathered wings

A pair of pure white feathered wings were sold at the Ebon Gate 2009 auction.

Item

a pair of pure white feathered wings

Lambent, pure white pinions compose these immense and beautiful wings. Each silky feather is pristine white and completely unmarred, uniformly perfect in hue from tip to stem. A luminous glow envelops the magnificent wings, the luminescent aura gently pulsing in a slow and steady rhythm. With the slightest movement, gossamer wisps of soft white light radiate forth from the feathers in a mesmerizing display.

The item is displayed in the wings section of the character's features:

When closed:
A pair of pure white feathered wings sprout from her back, the wings wrapped protectively around her body. An aura of soft white light radiates forth from the downy feathers.

When open:
A pair of pure white feathered wings sprout from her back, the wings extended proudly behind her. An aura of soft white light radiates forth from the downy feathers.

Properties

• 1x a day Minor Sanctuary (213)
• 5x a day Light (205)
• 1x a day chance to make a feather containing the spell Light (205) using the STRETCH verb
• Functional Cloakworn
• May not be worn by aelotoi, as they already have wings.

Scripts

REMOVE

Person tears savagely at her back, clawing at the base of the white feathered wings where they have sprouted from her body.  With a final and forceful yank, she wrenches the wings from herself, spraying blood all over the place from the gaping wounds and raw flesh upon her back.

Person collapses to the ground in agonizing pain, bleeding profusely from her back.
   ... 52 points of damage!

WEAR

As Person drapes the wings across her shoulders, they take on a life of their own.  The wings float briefly above her, with outstretched plumage brilliantly displayed.  Flapping once, the wings extend slender, thorn-like tendrils from their base, piercing Person's back!  She flinches for a moment, and seconds later, the wings fold across her body at rest.

RAISE

Activating Light (205)

Person raises her white feathered wings magnificently overhead, summoning powerful magic with an aura of white wisps.
The area becomes brighter.

OPEN

Person extends her white feathered wings to their fullest length.

CLOSE

Person retracts her extended white feathered wings, wrapping them around her body protectively.

STRETCH

STRETCH without producing a feaher

Person languidly stretches out each of her white feathered wings, unfurling each wing slowly, proudly displaying the magnificent pure white plumage for all to see.  The motion causes an aura of white wisps to radiate forth from the wings.

FLAP

Person flaps her white feathered wings slowly and deliberately, creating gentle gusts of wind within the immediate area.

Loresong

As you weave your melody around the wings, they suddenly come to life, flapping gently within your grasp. Several of the feathers softly brush against your face, momentarily obscuring your view.

When you can see again, your surroundings have changed to the shadowy base of a towering mountain where a cozy log cabin stands. A man of indeterminate race exits the small wooden abode and takes a careful glance around. He is getting on in years, yet not so old as to be feeble and decrepit. With a quiet sigh, he turns to reenter his home when suddenly, something crashes nearby! He rushes over to investigate the cause of the ruckus with the energy and vigor of a man several years younger. To his surprise, he discovers a large bird, nearly the size of a dog, with pure white plumage, crying out in pain from a broken wing. Darkness falls upon the scene as the man carefully considers what to do with the injured creature.
Loresinger weaves a melody around his white feathered wings. The wings suddenly come to life and flap gently in his grasp.

Your voice caresses the wings tenderly, evoking another vivid scene from the mists of the past.

The injured bird perches comfortably upon a branch in a makeshift aviary, its wing splinted and wrapped in bandages. It appears wary as the man approaches cautiously from the side. He carries a basket of fruits, which he rests upon the ground several feet away from the bird. Backing away slowly, he watches with a slight smile on his face as the bird hops down from its perch and greedily eats up the delectable offerings. The man turns and walks away, a shadowy curtain falling upon the image, until all that remains is the here and now.
Loresinger's voice caresses the wings tenderly, and his eyes glaze over momentarily.

The wings in your hand pulse with a life of their own, responding to each note in your mellifluous song.

In the blink of an eye, you once again see the man tending to the bird, though this time, the creature seems friendlier towards its caretaker. The man holds an apple up to the bird, and it quickly snatches it up, crunching cheerfully on the fruit. Later on, the magnificent bird preens itself, taking care of its vibrant pure white plumage. Several feathers drift softly to the ground, sending off an aura of white wisps. The vivid display catches the eye of the man, who approaches the feathers with caution. After the moment of wonderment passes, he gingerly collects the fallen feathers and brings them to the cabin, all the while staring intently at the feathers with curiosity. As he closes the door, the scene drifts into obscurity.
The wings in Loresinger's hand pulses with a life of their own, in response to his song.

An errant breeze ruffles the feathers of the wings as you sing, causing an unearthly rippling across the plumage that mesmerizes your gaze.

Soon, you can see the man standing in the shadow of the large mountain, staring at the sky. He watches with tears in his eyes as the bird flies off into the distance, never to be seen again. Clutching the bandages and splint in his hands, he lets out a lonesome sigh, saddened by the departure of his companion for the past few months. Lamenting his loss, he makes his way into his cabin and glances at a basket, filled with pure white feathers he had collected over time. With one last glance out the window, he pulls out several feathers and begins to weave them together with a skilled hand. As the sun sets, the scene fades from your vision.
An errant breeze ruffles the feathers of the wings as Loresinger sings.

With each modulation of your voice, the wings sends off an aura of white wisps.

You are caught momentarily in the display, and when you look up, the man once again stands alone in the shadow of the mountain. Sprouting from his back is a pair of pure white feathered wings. With a deep breath, he flaps the wings once, causing a strong breeze to swirl around the clearing. He keeps flapping his wings, attempting to gain the power of flight, but after nearly an hour of trying his feet still remain planted firmly on the ground. Crying out in pain and through tears of agony, he wrenches the wings from his back. He collapses to the ground and lies there for a while, sobbing quietly. The scene quickly passes to evening. With bandages on his back, man approaches the makeshift aviary he had built and hangs the wings he had crafted upon the perch where the bird once sat. Without a single look back, he hobbles back to his cabin and closes the door one final time. As it finally shuts, you are snapped back to reality, holding the very white feathered wings in your hands from the vision.
With each modulation of Loresinger's voice, the wings sends off an aura of white wisps.

As Loresinger sings to his wings, they rise slowly, only to fall still once again.