| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
It is a calm night; the sort of night that would usually find Murdock hundreds of feet above the ground, surfing the tops of low, wispy clouds and bathing in the pale light of the moon. Such energy does not find him now, however. He walks along the smooth surface of the Steppe, as he has done countless times before, glowing hooves slipping softly across the snow. The heat of summer chased him from the forests and fields he has haunted for many months now, driving him north towards somewhere familiar and comfortable. The cold bites through his thin coat, searing the tender flesh of his muzzle when the bitter wind picks up, but it is not enough to send him away.
Fond memories linger here like the snow that so stubbornly refuses to melt, despite the heat of the season. In places, the ice has been burned away by the light of the sun, revealing pale grasses and a chalky earth below, but still the land is encased in frost. The Steppe is not so unlike the home he’d had before, save its flatness, which is very much the opposite of the cliffs of his birthplace. Perhaps, if it was not regularly crawling with the unicorns of the Basin, this is the place he would make his home. But the danger is too great, and the risk not worth the powdery snowdrifts and dense, crisp air.
Nonetheless, it has become a regular haunt of his. Time and time again under the cover of night he has slipped beneath the shadows of the mountains to take in the fullness of the sky, the brightness of the moon, and the colours dancing in space. It makes him feel small again, so insignificant compared to all that exists around him when he is so used to seeing the world from above. It is so humbling in nature that tonight he finds himself immersed in the endless winter once more, searching for himself among dark cliffs and jagged ice as if he might find all that he has lost hidden beneath some stone.
Her voice is haunting and shrill like the call of a raven. It startles him from his reverie, lost in studying the heavenly lights that danced like ribbons in the sky. Instantly, he freezes, searching the emptiness of the Steppe for the source of the song. He knows it is her voice. No part of him could ever forget the even tones of her speech, the sound of her laughter, the pain of her cry. Desperately he searches for her, twisting about in the snow until his heels leave deep wounds in its smooth surface. She calls out again, and blindly he runs toward the sound, wings held tightly to his sides as his stiff legs pull him faster through the brisk air.
Chernobyl.
Certainly, this is not real. She cannot truly be here. She cannot truly be standing before him, separated from shadows by the glow of the northern lights across her back and the luminescent feathers in her mane. Surely she is just another ghost conjured up by the wildness of his imagination and the pain of his loss. Wordlessly he slows as he moves toward her, his heart a war of emotions that have chased words from his lips. Disbelief settles upon his face as he comes to a halt before her, inches from her dark face and the horn that so threateningly rises from her forehead. “You cannot be real,” he breathed, searching the endless depth of her black eyes for confirmation.
How many winters had passed since last they had been together? How many miserable days had he spent alone in the darkness since their final goodbye, praying to whatever Gods may pity him to return her to his side? Too many. He couldn’t bear the thought that this apparition before him could be some trick of his mind, but how could she have truly returned? What had changed her mind and brought her back to him? “Tell me you are really here,” he held her gaze evenly, every muscle in his body quivering for fear that she would dissipate into the darkness before his very eyes. Tell me you are never going to leave.
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If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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