04-07-2015, 12:57 AM
He's been out plenty - to the Tundra and the Meadow, and to the places where no one lives but they constantly travel. He's seen the blue skies and has turned them grey with rain. The people he's met stay in his mind, but they aren't as urgently thought of as his brother and sister. They are constantly on his mind despite the fact that he is often away from them, though when they are together, he is very attached, physically and mentally.
The triplets are snuggled together as they usually are (though they're verging on too large for such niceties) their adventure begins. While Cerva snores gently, her eyelashes fluttering to the heart beat of her dreams, Nihlus stretches his white-bark legs carefully. When he stands without rustling his elder sister, the colt turns to his baby brother. Extending his neck, he nudges Daemron softly, and then more urgently.
"C'mon Dae, we're going on an adventure." Though somber - as usual - Nihlus' voice squeaks with excitement. He knows his brother has never left the Valley, or Mother's side practically, and thus he burns to show him what else there is to live for. Or to die for - but let us not remember Nihlus' darker side today.
When the chestnut arises, both colts set off in the direction Nihlus points them. Their shoulders brush against each other, Daemron's willow fronds mixing with Nihlus' silky black mane. Physical proximity is crucial to any relationships Nihlus makes, and the colt has a rather impudent way of living. Daemron would either accept his brothers touch, or not go on this adventure at all.
When the nameless lands fall behind them, a grin breaks across the small boy's face. The expression fits oddly on his melancholy visage, tilting here and curling there. The chaos of his smile strangely fits however, and considering its rarity, Daemron will probably excuse the volcanic attributes of Nihlus' big ol' grin.
"This is the Meadow. Everyone comes here." Nuzzling the crook of his brother's neck and shoulder, Nihlus grabs at his powers. The once peaceful, sunny clearing because magically thick with clouds aching to release their burdens, and blackening with each moment Nihlus refused their demands. Looking up emphatically, Nihlus continues grinning. "And wherever I go, the rain comes too." He sends a wink - which looks incredibly out of place and awkward - to Daemron. His secret has finally come out - for yes, he is not nothing.
He is the rain.
The triplets are snuggled together as they usually are (though they're verging on too large for such niceties) their adventure begins. While Cerva snores gently, her eyelashes fluttering to the heart beat of her dreams, Nihlus stretches his white-bark legs carefully. When he stands without rustling his elder sister, the colt turns to his baby brother. Extending his neck, he nudges Daemron softly, and then more urgently.
"C'mon Dae, we're going on an adventure." Though somber - as usual - Nihlus' voice squeaks with excitement. He knows his brother has never left the Valley, or Mother's side practically, and thus he burns to show him what else there is to live for. Or to die for - but let us not remember Nihlus' darker side today.
When the chestnut arises, both colts set off in the direction Nihlus points them. Their shoulders brush against each other, Daemron's willow fronds mixing with Nihlus' silky black mane. Physical proximity is crucial to any relationships Nihlus makes, and the colt has a rather impudent way of living. Daemron would either accept his brothers touch, or not go on this adventure at all.
When the nameless lands fall behind them, a grin breaks across the small boy's face. The expression fits oddly on his melancholy visage, tilting here and curling there. The chaos of his smile strangely fits however, and considering its rarity, Daemron will probably excuse the volcanic attributes of Nihlus' big ol' grin.
"This is the Meadow. Everyone comes here." Nuzzling the crook of his brother's neck and shoulder, Nihlus grabs at his powers. The once peaceful, sunny clearing because magically thick with clouds aching to release their burdens, and blackening with each moment Nihlus refused their demands. Looking up emphatically, Nihlus continues grinning. "And wherever I go, the rain comes too." He sends a wink - which looks incredibly out of place and awkward - to Daemron. His secret has finally come out - for yes, he is not nothing.
He is the rain.