| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
The sound of her voice as she spoke her sister’s name stirred something in his heart. He had never had any siblings, not even close childhood friends to which he had become so attached as to love them like family. He had only had his mother and the fleeting figure of his father with which to find companionship, but it had been years since he had been able to seek their comfort. His father was gone, slain by the enemy, and his mother...he was reluctant to consider her fate. How he wished to return home, to learn what had become of his fleet and what family he may have left. But they were not all he had lost.
A dark and shadowed figure slipped into the fog of his mind, the edges of its form so pure and crisp it was as if it stood before him. He knew what this was, who this was, though he didn’t dare summon her name to his thoughts. He had lost her as well; he had let her slip from his grasp into the darkness, the endless expanses of this world. Where she had gone, he would likely never know. But he would never stop dreaming of her, never stop searching for her until he found her or he could no longer summon the strength to walk.
It filled him with satisfaction, though, to hear the energy in this mare’s voice at the mention of her sister, the fleeting promise of hope. He dipped his head as she spoke, affirming the appearance of the valiant creature who had burst forth from the shadows to save him from that horrid wraith. In that eternal darkness within which they had been trapped, she was like a beacon of hope, her body gilded and bronze against the black and white world.
“If she is here, there may be a good chance the rest of your sisters are not far. Especially if you are here as well. Perhaps they are closer than you think,” he smiled encouragingly, taking a step toward her as if through his proximity he might offer some comfort. Though somehow, he doubted this mare neither needed nor wanted the reassurance of a man at her side. He took note of the dog again, her small body wrapped in the curve of her companion’s tail. Dogs were skilled hunters, where they not? Perhaps the canine and her sense of smell could be of some assistance.
He curled his wings against his sides, coveting the heat that threatened to rise from his body and disperse into the cool night. There was nothing more he could do for her tonight, and it would do little to aid their search to tire themselves discussing the whereabouts of those they sought. “We must meet again soon. Somewhere a little warmer, perhaps. You can tell me more about your sisters and perhaps we might begin our search,” he smiled warmly, meeting her pupiless gaze. He enjoyed her company, her mere presence. She pushed away the shadow of loneliness that trailed him about and he was reluctant to part ways with her. But the air was bitter and cold and dawn was not too far away. They both needed to get some rest.
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