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05-17-2015, 07:16 AM
IVEZHO
With wings shuffling and a dour cast to his countenance, the young lad tilted his ears back against his neck and decided he would just patrol by himself. With the overcast, rainy atmosphere and still mostly thick canopy overhead, the glow that emanated from his body became more evident - he didn't need others to patrol, right? Particularly the group he had been assigned - surely they had better things to do than spend this rainy day beneath the trees with him, the glowing wonder of Helovia. Perhaps they had even the forethought to simply not patrol on this day - maybe they were all home, safe within the Throat, standing dry in the desert that rarely saw a rainy day. Ivezho sighed, seeing clearly in his mind, the images of these girls huddled together, laughing in his absence. Spice at least, had seemed nice enough when he met her at the recent gathering of the herd, and so her face he held clearly in his mind when he thought those sour thoughts. The curious, striped form of Maren also tickled his memory from the meeting, for she was their new Diviner, their oracle, the reader of the flames - so easily he decided she would have far more important things to do than attend this patrol. She had probably even discussed it with his father, gotten off the duty altogether, for her efforts in reading the Sun Lord's lore would surely consume her wholly. Isara, he had no idea of - in his mind she was simply a female figurine who stood with the others, laughing behind his wet back as he faced this weather and patrol alone. With a sigh he meandered lazily towards a tree - there were plenty around - using its thicker limbs to give him more shelter. He could have extended his wings, but they were keeping his lungs warm folded by his sides, their dark tips all the darker for the rain that stained them. He settled into a slightly more relaxed pose, resigned to his fate, until something caught his eye, his attention flickered up for a moment, and he found himself plucked from his resignation and suddenly thrown into the thralls of meeting another. He recognised her, with her curious wings and stripes (and goat?!), and now the halo that appeared above her. Surely she was an angel, descended from heaven - it was no wonder the Lord of the Sun saw her fit to be his Diviner. His sights lingered on her for but a moment however, as he was drawn to the goat-creature that accompanied her. He recognised it vaguely - all of those in the Throat had been blessed with these strange, glowing spirit-animals, though his own had deigned to make an appearance (it was probably hiding from this rain like all the intelligent people back home, right?). Ears perked up as the mare's voice posed her question, and he was stunned for a moment at being called out on his stubborn suffering of the weather despite all the signs being thrown at him that he should just give up and return home, to the Sun and the dry desert sands. But he instead allowed a smile to carve its way along his maw in response, dipping his head in greeting to his fellow herdmate - whom he was sure had no recollection of him with his shy, quiet ways at the meeting. "A bit of both, I guess," his reply came with adolescent tones, his voice a mixture of boyishly light and deeply masculine. Something else tingled at his senses then, a strange sort of feeling at the back of his mind, a niggling, tickling sensation that he couldn't quite define. It grew and swelled within him, and suddenly he felt some kind of otherness nearby. His ears pricked and while he felt on edge, he didn't fear what he knew was now coming - rather, he almost expected it. "It" being a giant elk, stoic and silent as its eerie light crept around the dark trees, the rain falling through it with ease. "Huh," Ivezho murmured as he looked to the giant beast, who he simply knew was his - his gift from the Sun, his spirit creature having revealed itself to him at last. "'Bout time you showed up," he called to the creature, who merely looked at him squarely, with its broad antlers framing the hard lines of its face, its expression unreadable - and yet, he felt its support, its strength and trust in him. Turning back to Maren with a bemused expression on his own young face, he asked with a lopsided grin, "Shall we get on with this patrol, then?" @[Maren] Ivezho's spirit animal is a Irish Elk |
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