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09-09-2012, 06:45 PM
Wide-eyed but silent, the stallion practically gawks at our prince as he stands before him, rotating his beautiful wings up and down, sending water droplets shooting through the air like small bullets. Our beloved is quite used to the strange looks of others upon his arrival, so he is more or less unaffected by the reaction of this stallion, who just stands and stares for a moment, even as out prince reaches backward toward his barrel and pulls loose a seastar before flinging it violently back to the ocean. "Stupid bugger," he says harshly, before looking back toward the figure of inky black. "What? Are you just going to stand there and stare all day?" our prince's voice rings out heavily, laced with annoyance and a bitter misunderstanding. He cannot comprehend the lack of voice, for his own voice was so essentially to his protection that our beloved would likely not survive in this world without it. Abusing the use of words is a crime the earthen figure is guilty for, using them only for spiteful phrases and hateful words most of the time. The world has not been kind to our prince, though, so the reader should not look at him with disgust at his bad attitude. As previously mentioned, the thick exterior riddled with spikes is nothing more than the shell that hides the precious, delicate heart within. His ugly exterior would seem to match the interior as well, but if one could see through the light eyes, it is likely a different story entirely would be told. A splat of black and ink on the shore startles the prince, but is the first awakening for him into what this black stallion's problem is. No speech is made, no attempt, no sound, except for the brush strokes of his tail on the sand below. Rightfully intrigued, our Enki directs his sight downward, toward the crystal sand of the beach being stained thickly with ink. The picture begins with a pegasus, which our prince quickly deduces is none other than himself. He watches with amusement as the silent stallion continues to draw, showing many creations, but all of them resulting in his "injuries". With a bark of a laugh, our Enki's voice soars forth, his only visible eye locking onto the other stallion's face. "I was born this way," our beloved says openly. "But you can feel free to dream whatever reality you like better." His harsh voice sounds softened from the last bit of monologue presented to the black stallion, though it is hardly noticeable to many who do not know our Enki well. His gentleness is not easily recognized. |
