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Running Wild [Open] - Apodis - 05-12-2014 The sun through the dark. A Golden figure returned with haste back to the lands he had found a place of sanctuary. Only one word, Name, ran through his mind. That someone whom had been imprinted upon a place in his huge heart. A special painted little lady. Hooves beat the ground with a ferocious drumming. Clods of Earth flew around in every direction. Yet the golden boy was heading in only one. Home is where the heart is. And that was defiantly somewhere in Helovia. The prodigal son had returnedeth. Home. Home. Kahlua. Home. He chanted as each hoove brushed the ground. Slender yet muscular legs carried the petite man forwards, with great precision and speed. Weaving this way and that as the forest thickened. It had been far to long since he'd left. Would she even remember him? Would anyone for that matter. He was a changed being, though his outer casing still remained the same, apart from one small marking upon his rump, on the mans left side. Three small, what seem to be, claw marks sit there in a blood red, almost like a scar, but not. Leaves and branches soon began caressing his smooth pelt as they forest became largely overgrown. But that did not hinder the golden boy one bit, in a way it was if the forest was guiding him forwards, pushing him in the direction he was meant to be. He felt it as he crossed the boarders, a wave shot through him, some may have come to a stand still because of this, but for him, it just meant to run harder, push faster, he was home, but that didn't mean he could stop. Nostrils flared at there fullest, his eyes wide as he struggled to see, with the world going by in such a blur. Muscles burned as he never ceased his running, one of the main organs, beat wildly inside its cage. His already shiny coat, gleamed with an almost metallic look. Black silken strands wavered out behind him, looking as radiant as ever. That slight curly nature to it, stood out even more so than normal, perhaps due to the sudden growth. He truly was in fine condition, the best he'd ever been. He even felt like a weight had been lifted from him. He could return and finally be able to relax with those he cared for around him. The Stallion soon came to a halt, he wasn't quite sure upon the place he'd stopped, but he was still within the canopy of tree's. He just had to take a breather for a while. Walking on wards he kept his legs in action,too afraid to suddenly stop right of from the run he had just been doing. His heart still beat wildly inside of him, breathing was sharp and ragged and slime had gathered upon his lips. Nostrils flared, taking in the scents around him, also searching for a fresh source of water all at the same time. Perhaps he would too find Kahlua. RE: Running Wild [Open] - Brisa - 05-12-2014
RE: Running Wild [Open] - Apodis - 05-12-2014 A silvery white figure approached him from within the shrubbery. He didn't stop moving still, he trotted neatly around the mare, whom seemed to be on the rather larger side. She seemed timid, approaching him with caution. He slowed his pace to a walk, but still he kept moving in a circle as best he could manage around her. "Perhaps you can help me" his voice came a little shaky and breathless, still in the process of gaining back some form of composure. His breathing may have been ragged, but his body told him to keep going, that he needed to run further, run as far as he possibly could until physically impossible. He run the perimeter of Helovia if it meant so. He just knew he had to keep going. Though the mare that stood at his side did not look in any form to run along side him. So the stag calmed himself, now only pacing the spot in front of her. "I have returned from my journey away. Perhaps you can give me some guide to as where I stand. I once lived in the Dragons Throat" He barely knew her but he openly spoke, trusting her with all his being. For all the Stag knew she could send him in the complete wrong direction. Though it wasn't like he was entirely new around here. He'd manage to fins his way eventually. Maybe she knew of Kahlua, but did he trust her that much to ask? @[Brisa] [[quick post as lappy is dead]] RE: Running Wild [Open] - Brisa - 05-12-2014
RE: Running Wild [Open] - Apodis - 05-14-2014 The golden stag managed to stop all his moving. Finally he rested from his long gallop here. His journey away had at least been progressive; for him anyways. His karma slate was cleaned. No longer did he feel the urge to look over his shoulder and worry over the past. He was able to live in the now and shape his future the way he wanted and not have someone, something else do this for him. It was over and his life could begin once more. His moving may have stopped but his brain was still going a mile a minute, trying to focus his eyes was like looking trough a pin hole. He may have been in good shape, but that did not mean he could run for days without a break. His muscular form stood there in all its glistening glory as his chest still attempted to catch up with itself. Yet the man still managed to look stunning, not even a single strand of hair was out of place. Everything about him just seemed to glow, He himself was even feeling it and being the proud kind, he took it for granted, used it to its full potential and more. The stag shook out his mane, his coat shimmered with the sheen of sweat encasing his torso. Dapples more prominent than ever; even in the little sunlight there was. Yes. The Dragons Throat, he once had called it home, but had it ever really been his home? He'd never actually stayed in the borders of the place, not once had he really stayed there for a day. He had always been too 'on the go' for that. Perhaps he would have to go back there, make amends with the herd and move on. "Yes, I remember the Threshold" he grinned as he looked around at the vast canopy's of leaves in all shapes and sizes. His golden gaze dropped back to the silver mare, a gentle friendly smile was flashed in her direction. If it wasn't for her condition the man would have been flirting away with her, but because of her way, the Stag felt no need in doing so, not even a spark. His mind was too set on someone else to be doing that. Black tipped audits pricked forwards at the sound of the Falls. This was new to the golden boy. What had changed since he was gone? Was Kahlua even still alive? At that thought he began his pacing once more. "Tell me. where do you dwell? Perhaps I can assist you there?" This reminded him all to much of his first day here. He had ran into another pregnant mare then too, along with his long lost pal, Rasta. He had witnessed the birth of another. That surely was a day he'd never forget. Along with the day he had met the painted lady. "This is a long shot. But do you know of a painted mare by the name of Kahlua?" he asked as he began to walk ahead, already having stood still for too long, the stag began making his journey forth, with or without her. "Please, call me Apodis, if you wish" he spoke with his usual tone, cheeky with a hint of seduction. @[Brisa] [[yay apodis :D]] RE: Running Wild [Open] - Brisa - 05-14-2014
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