Upon the sun kissed cliff, cool waters poured over its edges like liquid crystal glinting against the rays of light. It was a wide base, with moss lingering at its edges and drifting lazily over its edge and dripping thick with moisture as the rivers spilled over the earth and plummeted down to the depths. He couldn’t be fonder of such beauty, and how it reminded him of his broken kingdom that lay in ashes. He thought of them now, as he stood upon the edge gazing down on patrol over those grazing upon the lush greens in the distance. Gold imprinted chest contracted softly in a sigh. After the last herd meeting, the talk of betrayal and treason lingered like lust in spring. Those faces he knew, but didn’t quite understand their reasoning behind challenging the Queen.

Where he came from, no one would dare do such a thing without suffering the major consequence, it would promote banishment, shunning of the family, and sometimes death. It was a harsh environment when it came to loyalty. Born of royal decadence the golden crest that flanked out upon his toned silver shoulders was a constant reminder of home. Faced with the daily fact that home was forever lost to the dragons of hell and voided from this earth, its inhabitants lost and dead but not forgotten. Golden pools illuminated with the suns reflecting rays as the knight gazed down upon the falls. Obsidian wings touched in the purest of snow lay open, cuffed at his ribs. It felt good to have the summer heat brushed away by the cool mists of the falls, his coat sleek with moisture as golden daggers slice through the liquids surface.

A gentle roar of waves rushing over the edge accompanied by the sound of much smaller winged cousins chirping in the distance, it was a beautiful day. But something didn’t feel quite right, and maybe he should bring it to his Lord’s attention. He had been granted the awesome power of Sleuth, to sneak and sly around hunting for information and to protect those within their herd for theft. It was a true honor to have that option, that promotion to someone important. But it just wasn’t him, there were others surely who did much better sneaking around and gathering Intel.

"Midas." The dapple knight bellowed gently from the cliff, "Brother, I need to speak with you.” Black lips sealed, as audits pealed forth and pinned into the horizon. He knew the King would come, on his own time, with his own respect. But the golden knight had to get this off his chest. And maybe the King would shine some light on his feelings, on where he belongs – and it may be for the best of both worlds.

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OOC: I just wanted to get this up before I leave this morning. No rush! <3