Takei
He’d been alive as the world quaked beneath their feet. Takei had felt the ground shift and the sky flip upside down and the birds rise from their nests to find safety. It wouldn’t be the last time his world would splinter around him (the island melting from shades of greens and blues into endless, writhing darkness could never leave his mind) but it was certainly the first. It had terrified him — like it had terrified everyone — and when the blood-and-bone woke from his unconsciousness he was not in the same Beqanna as before.
But they had recovered, as they always have. Families found one another (at least most of them did; his own often chose to hide in the cobwebbed corners) and leaders rose from among the rubble to mark borders of new kingdoms. The Amazons were quick to establish a home for themselves, though under a different name. It’s taken the Brotherhood longer to build up from the wreckage, but they’ve finally — recently — done it.
But they need more Brothers (whether female or male) and so Takei finds himself reluctantly heading toward the Field. He’s no diplomat but if there are any loners who might bring support and protection to Ischia it could be worth the risk. The blood-and-bone has never had a way with words, but perhaps someone will see past his blunt language and find the protective, easy-going Brother that lies past his mouth.
A chilly autumn wind curls around his dark oryx horns as his hazel eyes search the Field. The breeze is bitter on his skin in comparison to Ischia’s eternally-warm temperatures, but Takei finds he enjoys the sting. When winter rolls around he might not be so keen on the snowdrifts and icy trails, but for now the stallion finds himself shaking his shoulders in relaxation against the unfriendly currents.
A young stallion catches Takei’s eye. Giving his head a rough shake to clear his mind from thoughts of — dare he say it? — anxiety, the blood-and-bone approaches. There’s a polite, albeit warm, smile on the edges of his mouth. “Refreshing day, wouldn’t you say?” He mentally bites his tongue, feeling how stiff the words sound coming out of his non-political mouth. “I’m Takei, from the Brotherhood of Ischia.”
But they had recovered, as they always have. Families found one another (at least most of them did; his own often chose to hide in the cobwebbed corners) and leaders rose from among the rubble to mark borders of new kingdoms. The Amazons were quick to establish a home for themselves, though under a different name. It’s taken the Brotherhood longer to build up from the wreckage, but they’ve finally — recently — done it.
But they need more Brothers (whether female or male) and so Takei finds himself reluctantly heading toward the Field. He’s no diplomat but if there are any loners who might bring support and protection to Ischia it could be worth the risk. The blood-and-bone has never had a way with words, but perhaps someone will see past his blunt language and find the protective, easy-going Brother that lies past his mouth.
A chilly autumn wind curls around his dark oryx horns as his hazel eyes search the Field. The breeze is bitter on his skin in comparison to Ischia’s eternally-warm temperatures, but Takei finds he enjoys the sting. When winter rolls around he might not be so keen on the snowdrifts and icy trails, but for now the stallion finds himself shaking his shoulders in relaxation against the unfriendly currents.
A young stallion catches Takei’s eye. Giving his head a rough shake to clear his mind from thoughts of — dare he say it? — anxiety, the blood-and-bone approaches. There’s a polite, albeit warm, smile on the edges of his mouth. “Refreshing day, wouldn’t you say?” He mentally bites his tongue, feeling how stiff the words sound coming out of his non-political mouth. “I’m Takei, from the Brotherhood of Ischia.”
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
@[Viserion]