Sticks And Stones

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[OPEN] Sticks And Stones

Bucephalus the Morningstar Posts: 292

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None Tribs

#13

11-11-2014, 12:16 AM

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He watched her reactions, the various expressions just amusing him more. He snorted when she finally spoke, and he turned his head to look at the stone. "Where i come from, magic is song. One can manipulate the world merely by singing. The things my people created... palaces of glass, jewelry and cloth of finest make and colors so vibrant it's surreal." His tone grew wistful. "The earth itself sang, the air, the fire, everything had a song to sing. Even the pegasi. It was a world where no lie could be told, where there was no war, no violence...."

"I hated it." He shook his head with an irritated snort, ears flicking back. He'd never forget Sehrau. Part of him wished to make the place burn. It would be easy; there were no fighters within the herd. Not a single one. Like cattle he could easily break them. But... there were dangers lurking there. Dangers of the mind.

Letting out a deep breath, the stallion looked at her. "I was trying a simple task; stone is the easiest to shape." He said, then looked back at the stone. Why was he trying to shape it? He knew it wouldn't work, and in the end all he would have was a sore wing. But... he wanted to. It was something that calmed him as much as dancing did. Dancing... he missed that as well. Horses here were too still, too quiet. It made him chomp, he wanted to stir them into moving, into doing something other than just standing there and talking! They were beings of motion!

He tossed his head, ears flattening before he turned and looked at Morrigan, as if just recalling that she was there. "You're like everyone else. So still...so quiet. But when you do make noise, it's just noise." He frowned, turning to face her, his head tilted. "Was your homeland like Helovia? Songless?" There couldn't be only one place where the world sang... There had to be other places. He couldn't be the only one here in this land that knew what the world could truly be like if one just listened...could he?

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