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09-09-2014, 11:05 PM
It’s so dark and quiet. A peaceful place in the dark depths of black. Peace is so rarely found for that golden son, so he welcomes it. He walks with a physical freedom so rarely felt in full. There he can lie in the depths of night and no light stuns or burns his eyes. No sound needs his attention. Nothing needs explanation. A weathered sigh slips that haunty mental figure. Peace was usually not a feeling welcomed. Yet, here now, it was a blessed mercy.
It does not last. A wind roars into his harks. Earth moves under him. A groan of disturbance rumbles from under the muck. Still body resists the world, why leave this blessed darkness. Outstretched head rolls over and stills. Fate did not enjoy her wake calls being ignored though. A muffled roars rolls sharp and hard through his harks. That did it. Eyes flew open, and body jerked, only to lock up as the pain comes roaring back to life within him. Earth eyes close back again, no, come back. Deariest peace come back. But she is gone, and there was something that haunted the slow mind when he had woken.
Slowly gold dusted eyes opened, and sure enough there stood two hooves, moving about in blurs. They were in motion and in unease the gold fears further threat. Snorting and grunting, he moves with a swiftness of self preservation. Brown head lifts up and neck pulls his front up. Kneed have to lock to hold him. Jaw clinches as his hips will not obey. Half way up the beast wavers. Looking out he see a creature, but no horns. The relief nearly causes him to fall back, but instead he looks near drunken like at her. Mind pulling slowly together pieces. Its speed a snail’s pace to it usual strength.
A Pegasus, the girl, for surely it was a girl, ruffled two wings. Her coat was black as night, splashed with white, or was that just the stars in his eyes? Vision was faltering with sudden movement and most likely blood loss. The bird’s scent was strong enough to catch but it was so hard to sort through clearly. Salt. Heat. No. Yes. Oh he couldn’t hold this much longer. Knees began to tremble. He was failing again, but he still had some deeper instincts. The girl was tense and stern, but she was not threatening too much. It was all he needed to know. Like slow motion, the gold yields, and sinks back into waters of the deep forest swamp. Twin horned head clearer, but still morning the loss of the dark peace. If he could only return there perhaps the embarrassment of someone catching him in this state would be slip into the black night.
OOC ::
"speech"
Never was there such peace,
As the blackness where light does not reach.
As the blackness where light does not reach.
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