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12-05-2013, 03:32 PM
The Engineer's words drove a memory from his clouded mind, a brief snippet of time suppressed by pain and loss and the destruction of his home. A murmured conversation of a young colt born with an interesting discoloration (though the marking had not been so vibrantly bronze at the time); a few brief meetings as they grew, Torleik never paying much heed as Ulrik had not lived near enough to him to see often. But he did remember his mother's kin. He had seen them far more...why, then, did he not remember Ulrik as clearly? Their families gathered for feasts many times. Ulrik had been the quiet one in the back that was drowned out by the noise, hadn't he? The one Torleik wondered about, but in his childish nature, had never thought to seek out and question - at his young age he'd still just accepted the world as it was, as he saw it. Silently, horrendously burdened with pain from the freezing water, Torleik tore himself from the Basin lake and hastened, carefully, to the hot springs. "You are my cousin," he said aloud, testing the word on his tongue. Cousin. That was the closest - the only - family he had. Suddenly, an oppressively heavy pressure crushed Torleik's chest and with burning eyes, he gruffly approached the slightly taller but more wirey stallion and embraced him for all of a fraction of a second. It hurt like hell to touch anything but the pain was secondary to the rune-horned stallion right now. Ulrik was family. Torleik would die for family. Especially the only family he had left. |
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