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01-11-2014, 05:18 AM
Keen ears had picked up the sound of a horse following him, but he never turned around to see who it was. He would know soon enough - and he did. Midas were not a horse you forgot the sight of, neither the apperance nor the way he looked at you. He realized how small and worthless he was, standing here with two other stallions, both with an important place within the herd. It was why he had never considered to look for a place among others - until now. The air felt lighter so close to the entrance, but still something pressed against his chest and made it hard to breath. The suggestion from Hector that he should go back down and the lack of emotions in their voices, did not make it easier. Why had he expected things to go so different? As his left wing began to ache of the cold, he tucked it as close as his body would allow, but still the pain forced him to be present. His eyes sought neither one of the stallions as he asked his question. "Is there something I can do to help? Anything?" It was not his intention to sound like he begged, for he did not, but words could easily be misunderstood. He had do find something meaningful to do, quick, or he would loose his mind and scare the crap out of everyone in the cave. It was not something he wished to do, especially with Africa there. So he glanced at Midas, hoping he had the answer to his recent prayers. If not, maybe Hector would help. Walking "Talking" Windwalker |
OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I have no muse at all. I hope you don't get tired of living inside Wind's head all the time :p
