| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
It was always welcome to look upon a smile. When one had spent many months in darkness, many months trapped alone beneath the earth in caves that echoed of loneliness, it seemed a relief to look upon another face. Perhaps it was something the mind desired, to trace the fine lines and edges of another’s features, to learn of their story from the depth of their eyes. Or perhaps he had simply become bored of studying the rugged contours of mountains and the smooth curves of clouds. No matter the reason, to receive a smile from this stranger sparked his soul.
Of course, her dog took the spotlight. Murdock glanced downward again to the round white pup seated in the snow before him. The infectious smile spread across her face caused his own lips to twist slightly, his heart swelling with something that had become almost foreign to him. It had been so long since he had felt happy, so long since he had felt even content. After losing his herd, his family, during the chaos the wraiths reined upon the land, he had felt so terribly alone. He had drifted wherever the winds carried him, exploring forests and fields in hopes of finding something he could not name. It felt as though part of his soul had gone missing.
However, there was still a part of him that could see the light. There always would be. He was not a creature born to live his life consumed by depression and darkness. Somehow, sooner or later, he would find his place again. For now, he would settle for pushing aside the shadows that lingered in the back of his thoughts and focusing on the interaction at hand; company always seemed to soothe his fretting mind. He returned his attention to the silver mare as she spoke, her words soft and cool like the refreshing summer breeze. He nodded, glancing once more down at the dog who beamed radiantly up at him as if she were the sun itself.
Searching for words, something to break the silence, he raised his head to meet the mare’s gaze. There was something familiar about her. Something about her build and the pale markings etched on her sides made him feel as though he had seen her before. Truly, he had not, though a relative of sorts of hers, Brighid had saved his life. He did not remember her, though. He had been so bloody and weak on that night of eternal darkness that her face was merely light in his memory, and the whole evening was but a blur. Still, he studied her, though he could find no match to her image in his memories.
“I’m Murdock, by the way. Former General of the Foothills, though I belong nowhere now,” his tone was not bitter, not even sad. There was a sort of freedom that came with belonging to no one but yourself. Part of him liked it, to be able to go where he pleased whenever he pleased and have nothing but his weight to bind himself to the earth. However, another part of him missed the constant company of herd mates and the monotonous structure of day-to-day routine. Perhaps one day he would find himself amongst friends again. “Where is it you, and your friend, hail from?”
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If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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