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05-04-2014, 06:45 PM
He loomed over the past, and it stared right back at him. The towering pines he had once called home were now changed, not in a good, and not in a bad way. The horn gleamed atop his head, shining gloriously through the cloudy day. Solid hooves pounded upon the ground, as his tail swished annoyingly at his side. He had to face it someday, and there was no day like the present.
Carmine eyes dug into the horizon, gazing for the unfortunate passerby that would bare the brunt of his questions. It had been too long, and time had erased all, except for that one, flashing scene of scales and fire. Maybe it was a dragon, maybe it was a horse, and the irony of it all was that is was both, but poor Biru would never see the truth. His past, he figured, was as good as gone. No one knew of the flaming figure with white scales. A touch of anger colored his mind, as he thought about the mother who wouldn't keep his son. How angry she would be, that she rejected such a fine specimen, he was strong now, strong enough to be the robust child that she probably yearned for.
He snorted at the thought, and praised the helovian gods for keeping his safety through his childhood. As he settled himself beneath a pine, he waited, waited for the day where he would show the world that he was worth it. It was only a matter of time before the entire land knew his name.
Carmine eyes dug into the horizon, gazing for the unfortunate passerby that would bare the brunt of his questions. It had been too long, and time had erased all, except for that one, flashing scene of scales and fire. Maybe it was a dragon, maybe it was a horse, and the irony of it all was that is was both, but poor Biru would never see the truth. His past, he figured, was as good as gone. No one knew of the flaming figure with white scales. A touch of anger colored his mind, as he thought about the mother who wouldn't keep his son. How angry she would be, that she rejected such a fine specimen, he was strong now, strong enough to be the robust child that she probably yearned for.
He snorted at the thought, and praised the helovian gods for keeping his safety through his childhood. As he settled himself beneath a pine, he waited, waited for the day where he would show the world that he was worth it. It was only a matter of time before the entire land knew his name.
