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    version 22: awakening


    LILLIANA -- Year 206


    "There is still something of himself - something of the Wolfbane who would always love her - that rallies against the slime. It says, 'lie in the bed you’ve made'. So he gathers the covers and tucks himself in." -- Wolfbane, written by Calcifer

    A little light makes his way trough the kingdom; a child’s laugh follows as the bushes and his wings betray his whereabouts in the thick foliage of the fertile volcano’s ground. The colt is alone, plays alone as his caretaker sometimes needs to visit other lands or talk to people - adults - that are important in some way. The light-coloured Aztec stumbles through the tropical forest on elongating legs, his gangly gait more sure about his path with every new day. Today he chases a dragonfly, tomorrow perhaps a parrot or a lizard.

    He takes after his parents without knowing; without knowing them. He has been told his mother was on some sort of mission. It must be important, but it basically meant that she visited about once a month to check on him. She hasn’t really raised him, and so it is hard for the young boy to see her as his mother - or it would have been, had she not had those exact same wings he’s never seen on anyone else before.

    Isilya teaches him things sometimes. Things that are important. But most of the time the boy grows up lonely, befriending and playing with the animals that naturally live in Tephra.
    He finds himself running and tumbling through the dense foliage, black body ombre-ing into bright vermillion color blending into the diverse flowers beneath him. His ears swivled in all directions while a large boyish grin sweeps his face giving his vermillion eyes a sparkle of joy.

    He's done it.

    He has finally snuck away from his father's hulking form.

    And now he finds himself head swung behind him checking to make sure he was really triumphant, about to tumble chest first into his very first aquaitence.

    Maybe a friend?

    "Ooooooh! Watch out!" He shouts, head swinging forward again just in time to see a small, bright light spring up before him. He jams his front hooves into the soft earth beneath him forcing his front half to stop abruptly while science and the laws of physics continue on their proper way of yanking his butt over his head and tumbling him into that bright light.

    What's in motion stays in motion.

    And there was no stopping this new meeting of young boys


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