09-07-2016, 11:47 AM
Ruan
He felt the presence within him like a powerful magic even the fairy Mother could not revoke. It ebbed with its own life, foreign to his own spirit but so much a part of him. It was just a small permanent thread of its parent body, the latter a gravitational beacon pulling him, guiding him. Should he close his eyes in the darkest night, he would still see it burning and lighting the world with its sacred presence, Polaris to a wayward sailor.
Galloping on air currents, his body angled to it naturally as if of its own accord. Borrowed -or more like forcefully loaned- wings beat with the ease as one born with them. The great Fairy had seen fit to thrust them upon him despite his protests, claiming he would need them. He had no inkling of what She had in store for his future, but he could not deny the swift aid they had provided him thus far.
Within the sorrowful mingling of others on the earth below him, the light in his soul flared. He made no attempt at stealth, as he landed solidly within a group of three; a mare and two stallions. Pale wings stretched a final time before folding in over his plum-colored appaloosa print. His coal-black face was a mask as he calmly edged in at the side of the celestial deity they had called Reagan. She seemed almost dismissed in their presence, and he watched them warily. Did they not feel the raw power radiating from her even without her link to the magic?
The light of his supernal spirit intensified in response to hers.
"I am Ruan," he introduced simply with a nod to each male.
He thought he might recognize one of the stallions, but wasn't sure. In his last home he'd spent all his time on the border, living among the valley wolves like an adopted family and watching over the young boy Kilter from a distance. He hoped the kid was well in this mayhem.
Galloping on air currents, his body angled to it naturally as if of its own accord. Borrowed -or more like forcefully loaned- wings beat with the ease as one born with them. The great Fairy had seen fit to thrust them upon him despite his protests, claiming he would need them. He had no inkling of what She had in store for his future, but he could not deny the swift aid they had provided him thus far.
Within the sorrowful mingling of others on the earth below him, the light in his soul flared. He made no attempt at stealth, as he landed solidly within a group of three; a mare and two stallions. Pale wings stretched a final time before folding in over his plum-colored appaloosa print. His coal-black face was a mask as he calmly edged in at the side of the celestial deity they had called Reagan. She seemed almost dismissed in their presence, and he watched them warily. Did they not feel the raw power radiating from her even without her link to the magic?
The light of his supernal spirit intensified in response to hers.
"I am Ruan," he introduced simply with a nod to each male.
He thought he might recognize one of the stallions, but wasn't sure. In his last home he'd spent all his time on the border, living among the valley wolves like an adopted family and watching over the young boy Kilter from a distance. He hoped the kid was well in this mayhem.
