[private] I ran, I ran so far away

[Cassiell]

He had never been fond of wide, open spaces such as these -- the sort where you could see for miles, all the way to where the earth melded with the horizon in the far distance. So it was that the midnight pegasus stuck to the treeline bordering the meadow, long legs steadily devouring the leaf-strewn ground underhoof as he prowled beneath the boughs like a caged beast. Autumn still clung to the land like a persistent mistress and he was beyond ready for the changing of the seasons that would bring even more frigid winds, ice, and snow flurries to his days.

Winter had always been his favorite of the four seasons, after all.

But for now, he had to endure the sight of scarlet and gold leaves fluttering about him with each whisper of the wind, the scent of moist decay all around, the crunch of dying brush beneath the weight of his tarnished hooves as each heavy step carried him onward.

Aimless. On this day, the scarred brute was aimless -- a rare state of affairs, in truth. But after many long days and nights of traversing the skies of Beqanna, he had much to digest and even more to consider. There were so many pieces tumbling onto the board before him, so many potential moves to be made. It just all begged the question, really: which move should he make first?

cassiell

temperance is a virtue

Dark Pegasus by Tatiana Yamshanova used with permission.

@Aela