06-28-2017, 10:27 PM
Ashley was the kind of man who looked upon the world and saw it for what it was--at least, he had been. Being able to look out and see the coming of man and his past, present, and ultimately his future had been one of his favorite things about his former abilities. Being born to power made him a shoe-in to taking a kingdom--made him irresistable to ladies, and to men. They either wanted to be him, or bed him. And he had had his fair share of lovers and moments in the spotlight.
This new version of Ashley was one he did not recognize in the reflection of the water. The red duns stallion who had been born to so much, and raised by a King to take his place was not the man who was standing here weak and bereft of all power. He was cracked, his bones weakening with every step as he moved along through the meadow. Away from the coastline. Away from Ischia.
He could not venture into the forest--his mother still inhabited there and he had no intention of ever running into her again. Besides which, it was far too enclosed for his liking. The shadows that played upon the ground cast down from the trees was haunting in a way that stirred the old man's soul. He didn't like it. He wanted rest. He wanted peace.
He missed the ocean. The smell of the salt in the air and the soft push of the sand underneath his hooves. He had it on good authority that his newest creation hated the sand--loathed it to the point where he was avoiding his new home at all costs. Maniacally, this made Ashley quiet happy in his own way... because it was the sole comfort he had in the little colt that bore what was left of his magic.
To the side, a very tall lone male looks over the lumbering crowds. He is new--his scent does not mingle with any creatures that Ashley has ever met, nor is he descended from any of them. Without his magic, Ashley has only his wits to recommend him--and he has never been a fool.
"Pathetic, isn't it? They play with social graces, never seeking any higher thought than what lays directly in front of them. As for you..." Ashley looks down, seeing the blood stained flesh that wrapped around his stockings. "It looks like you've traveled a great distance, but have seen better days. My name is Ashley."
This new version of Ashley was one he did not recognize in the reflection of the water. The red duns stallion who had been born to so much, and raised by a King to take his place was not the man who was standing here weak and bereft of all power. He was cracked, his bones weakening with every step as he moved along through the meadow. Away from the coastline. Away from Ischia.
He could not venture into the forest--his mother still inhabited there and he had no intention of ever running into her again. Besides which, it was far too enclosed for his liking. The shadows that played upon the ground cast down from the trees was haunting in a way that stirred the old man's soul. He didn't like it. He wanted rest. He wanted peace.
He missed the ocean. The smell of the salt in the air and the soft push of the sand underneath his hooves. He had it on good authority that his newest creation hated the sand--loathed it to the point where he was avoiding his new home at all costs. Maniacally, this made Ashley quiet happy in his own way... because it was the sole comfort he had in the little colt that bore what was left of his magic.
To the side, a very tall lone male looks over the lumbering crowds. He is new--his scent does not mingle with any creatures that Ashley has ever met, nor is he descended from any of them. Without his magic, Ashley has only his wits to recommend him--and he has never been a fool.
"Pathetic, isn't it? They play with social graces, never seeking any higher thought than what lays directly in front of them. As for you..." Ashley looks down, seeing the blood stained flesh that wrapped around his stockings. "It looks like you've traveled a great distance, but have seen better days. My name is Ashley."