05-19-2018, 07:21 PM
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It’s been awhile since he’s left the forest.
Once a wanderer, he now stays secluded in his kingdom, the copper canopy waving overhead. Political tension is high, and he feels a deepest need to protect what is his; whatt is his people’s.
They have nowhere else to go. Nowhere that could possibly give them what they crave. So he sits, and he waits, and he runs off those who trespass. He isn’t much for keeping on the good graces of the rest of the kingdoms, because he doesn’t respect them. His mind just can’t comprehend peace, it doesn’t make sense to him. What’s the fun in it?
He doesn’t know what brings him to the meadow. He doesn’t care about spring, about flowers or sunshine. He just found himself doing what he’d always done when he gets bored - roaming.
Across the clearing, a flash of gold catches his icy eyes. A brow raises in curiosity at the other stallion, as he watches the tightness of his smile and the tenseness of his body as he walks. Mortem decides maybe he should (try to) recruit some more horses to Sylva. Maybe this one would be of some use.
He trots over, gazing up at the creature in front of him. “Hello,” He says when he’s finally within reach. “What brings you the meadow today? What do you seek?”
@[rapt]
It’s been awhile since he’s left the forest.
Once a wanderer, he now stays secluded in his kingdom, the copper canopy waving overhead. Political tension is high, and he feels a deepest need to protect what is his; whatt is his people’s.
They have nowhere else to go. Nowhere that could possibly give them what they crave. So he sits, and he waits, and he runs off those who trespass. He isn’t much for keeping on the good graces of the rest of the kingdoms, because he doesn’t respect them. His mind just can’t comprehend peace, it doesn’t make sense to him. What’s the fun in it?
He doesn’t know what brings him to the meadow. He doesn’t care about spring, about flowers or sunshine. He just found himself doing what he’d always done when he gets bored - roaming.
Across the clearing, a flash of gold catches his icy eyes. A brow raises in curiosity at the other stallion, as he watches the tightness of his smile and the tenseness of his body as he walks. Mortem decides maybe he should (try to) recruit some more horses to Sylva. Maybe this one would be of some use.
He trots over, gazing up at the creature in front of him. “Hello,” He says when he’s finally within reach. “What brings you the meadow today? What do you seek?”
Modicum Mortem
@[rapt]
|Proceed with Caution|