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Dust ran. He ran and ran, the sound hooves hopping on grass going on forever and forever, it seemed. The black-grey colt didn't dare look back at his life, the life he was running away from. The horrible life in his family. He had been chosen to die for them. Every year (he was told) a usually unwanted member of the herd was killed, to stop the gods from killing all of them. It was a sacrifice. Dust's mother had told him, his father was killed the year before he was born. She had been grief stricken ever since. She hardly fed him and she usually let him wander off alone. That was why he was so poorly muscled, and small. Most colts he had seen were big and strong for their age. It didn't bother him but he just didn't like being the smallest one.
The grey-black colt sped through bushes, under vines, over rocks. He could dodge anything. He felt like he was free and he would never have to stop running. Oh, how he loved running. He felt like he could run on and on, nonstop.
Dust noticed some thicker and fuller forest up ahead, his heart was pounding as he raced faster and faster towards it, his shorn mane flying behind him. Crimson eyes staring ahead, eyes narrowed in full concentration of what he was doing. He approached the thick bushes quickly, they scraped his eyes as he cut through them. Scratching little marks into his normally un-cut, forehead and above eyes. Gods, that hurt he screeched inside. Dust started to slow to a trot then a walk, his strides becoming nothing as he stood.
Glancing around the grey Pegasus noticed, He didn't know where he was. It looked like a new realm to explore! The trees were thick, like they were woven together tightly. Maybe he could unravel the secrets the lie here and make it his home. The bushes had unusual leaves on them and he had never seen these trees in his life. Where was he? Had he stumbled upon a new land and not even noticed? How long had he galloped through the wilderness? To come upon this?
His eyes led upwards, his thoughts sinking in. Looking up he noticed a quick shine in the sky, no. In the trees. The flash came again. Dust wanted to know what it was. He now unfolded his wings from his sides. They were stuck that way with sweat when he was running. Lifting up off the ground Dust felt the air pockets under his wings, propelling himself he flapped higher and higher, his muscles getting tenser and tenser. The look on his face getting more and more determined as he got closer. Closer to the light that he thought would change his world. He finally got to the high branch. What lie there was a key. A silver key with a pair of six silver glowing wings on it. The middle of it had red glowing gemstones. Carefully as Dust could he picked it up by the chain, which looked like woven black fire, then cooled. Lowering himself Dust landed, on the moss covered ground.
Folding his wings to his sides once again he dropped the key and looked at it, his red and crimson gaze staring at the glowing gemstones, they cast an eerie light onto his face. "W-What is this"? Dust said, his voice soft but determined to find out. His eyes felt like they were thickly woven into the gemstone's eerie glow. Picking it up with his teeth again he managed to sling it up in the air and catch it on his neck, although it took him a couple times, he still had gotten in upon his neck, and he was not moving it. He somehow felt safer with it, and that his legs were filled with strength. And his wings filled with flutter. Looking around once again Dune wanted to make sure no one was there to see him. Watch him.
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Ooc:Wow, long :)
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