| Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 3 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| wanda |
He was a philosopher with young eyes, a theorist and egalitarian, who vouched for his words with a stubborn resolution. He was a believer, a worshiper, of the stars and the lunar system, the rotation of the sun and the realms of the sky; but he was also a dreamer, so that sometimes his ivory horn stuck into the alabaster clouds. He moved in light-stepped ease, his cleft hooves not making even a ghost of a sound, all gay grace, poise, and delicate finesse. He was Carnesîr, the twilight ghost, the sun prince, the shadow lord, painted in silver and garbed in shadow, a sovereign who had become a nothing, and loved it.
From the porcelain shores he slipped, making his way down south from the sleek white sand and the steady roar of cold salt water smashing against the alabaster. It was not long until the earth grew damp with rotted leaves, and the trees engulfed his lithe form, swallowing up his shadow in a moment until he was a wraith in the dark smears of the withered old trees with their cracked bark and gnarled branches. The sun rose as he trekked on through the night, unafraid, at ease despite the rustles of bushes without identifiable sources, all liquid muscle and feline agility, tail twitching and kinking, soft plume of ebony hair just inches above the ground. The white eye of the Sun God bled yellow over the dark blue, a crisp shade of gold that twinkled with the stars that did not want to let go, clinging in desperation, little burrs on a velvet pelt. It illuminated the dark world in filigree aubreate, the dew-wet leaves glowing faintly with the kiss of the sunrise.
Rain began to fall, silver mist rolling in from the ocean, pale gray and dusty white clouding the world and enveloping it in a thickening fog. Ever more than usual Carnesîr blended in, only his soaked obsidian mane visible, catching dewdrops until he was a net of silver. His tail-tip whisked over the damp earth, ebony hairs trailing just faintly on the earth, almost, just almost, comforting him as his thoughts swirled backed to Onni, the ray of sunlight in the perpetual tide of darkness. The stallion, the boy of the edge of manhood, paused by a spectral marsh of thick black mud and boggy earth, narrow trails and bloated corpses. Down his eyes were cast, looking at the placid, cold water hiding white bodies tepid and dead, god they were dead, oh my god he couldn't remember seeing anyone dead before, and they were rotting away, crumbling and decaying and turning putrid and god never mind, let's just run away.
Onwards Carnesîr moved, till the swamp-waters turned to squelching peat and damp earth, the pine trees thicker than the dead, barren sticks that were white and ghastly rising up and clawing at the skies. He slowed to a halt beneath a silver tree, tall and luminous among the shadows, and inhaled and exhaled, letting his chest quiver and shake a little, and stared up at the dead twigs that had flowers blossoming on them, delicate white flowers that gleamed faintly with an ivory light, as if they were daring to be alive among the dark and the death.
carnesîr,
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for @[Israfel] the fire princess ♥
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