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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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A creeping movement catches his eye, and he turns his head only to find that nothing is there. Still, a rather menacing feeling begins to rise in his breast, and with a frown he pushes himself a bit faster, flaps his wings a bit harder. The air around him seems to crackle, almost as though he is flying into a storm - but the air is clear of even the smallest drop of rain. A light sweat breaks out across his withers. Below, he notices a swirling mass of darkness - but it can't be alive, can it? It must simply be the result of a sunset. As the darkness swallows the Marsh, the stallion streaks for home. If this is danger, the Edge must know. -- From The Shadows, Broken, one hour prior Night has come as he flits across the border of the World's Edge, having flown along to coast to arrive. It is the quickest route he knows on a new moon night, when there is little light to guide him along the land. Water, though, catches even the slightest glow of the stars, ensuring that his course remained true as he hurried home. Now he drops into a steep dive, landing in a small clearing and taking pause. A breeze from the sea brushes lazily along his back as he folds his wings, and he shivers, for his pelt is covered in a sheen of froth, evidence of his panicked flight. He longs to scream for company, but he does not wish to alarm the herd, especially when he is not quite sure what he saw... but he saw something, he is sure of that. The waves crash into the cliffs to his right, and the noise, normally so soothing, is too loud in the silence, keeping pace with the rapid heartbeat drumming through his veins, pounding in his head. Zarina, who has stayed quiet during the journey, chitters softly in an attempt to soothe the stallion, and after a moment's heavy breathing, he starts forward once more with a renewed purpose. Mirage. He needs Mirage. But she doesn't know him, not really, why would she believe him? He needs someone... someone... Destrier. He needs Destrier. Anyone, anyone at all... his search is proving fruitless, no one emerges from the dark, no one appears in the mists, and his panic is rising again like bile in his throat, and he swallows hard and stops again to calm his breathing. "Mirage," he says into the mists. "Destrier." Another swallow, another breath - please let them be here, please don't have taken them away from him, please don't let him be too late - and suddenly his mind is running away from him, and he is shuddering from the fear that accompanied the darkness in the Marsh, and its hold on him is close to taking over. "Resplendence?" @[Mirage] @[Destrier] [OOC | If you guys have time! Open to anyone, but he's trying to let someone know about the RE in the Marsh.] |
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