It was a gray, early afternoon outside the glass walls of the World’s Edge. A slowly increasing breeze caressed the tree trunks and rustled through the grass. The air was hot and electric and smelled of rain. The area lay fairly quiet except for the low murmur of thunder far in the distance. A storm was brewing.

The young self-proclaimed prince by the name of Tamlin found himself daydreaming under the green crown of a big redwood tree. He shook his black head and returned from the future; the future where he was emperor over all of Helovia and the birdbrains and the nakes where either dead or enslaved. He smiled and his mismatched eyes glittered. There was nothing in this world he felt so passionate about other than this goal of his. He was determined to reach it or die trying.

Over the last few weeks Tamlin had been distracted though; distracted by the kindness of a winged stallion named Miykael and also by his longing after his family. He hadn’t seen his dam since he was a few months old and the last time he saw his father and sister his visit had been all too brief. Not to mention the ever so short time he had spent with Aviya (whom he also considered family).

As he stood there under the redwood tree he suddenly felt a bit blue and by some strange reason he really missed his sister. They hadn’t gotten too much quality time together, but despite Tamlin’s arrogance he had always sort of looked up to her.

The young stallion's face grew bitter as he thought of not being able to see his sister or the rest of his family for a very long time. If he was to stick to his plan he would be cut off from them for a year at least. Sighing he turned towards the glass wall; inspecting his distorted reflection of black and white. He had filled out nicely, but he was still growing - not so much in height but rather in muscles.

The prince sighed again and shook his body, he needed a let out; something to take his mind of his current situation. I wish Snö was here so we could spar.

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[Style: Traditional. 800 word limit. 3 attack posts, closing defense for the one who starts.
Setting: Outside World’s Edge. Early afternoon. A storm is coming in that will have lots of rain, thunder and lightning.
Magic: No magic.
Other: A short chat before they start maybe?]

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