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[OPEN] Lost On The Sands Of Time

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Chancellor. Bucephalus was still rather... surprised by it. He mulled over his new rank and his new title as he stood upon a dune, watching the herd mill about below. The Morningstar. Fitting, alas if only they knew how fitting. The black turned his gaze upwards to the sky, towards the sun that heated the sand to a comfortable temperature. "I wonder if all this is your doing." He muttered, smirking. "Please...give me guidance so i don't fail them." His smirk vanished, replaced by something unreadable. He accepted the Sun as his god along with the Wind. But... he'd seen far more of the Sun than Wind, and as much as he held the sky dear, he couldn't deny his growing favor to the fiery god.

He dropped his gaze, looking out across the sand away from the herd. From outcast, to crafter, to Chancellor... all in the span of a season. It was giving him a mild case of whiplash. He shook himself and glanced back at the herd, then headed down towards the oasis, deep in his thoughts. When he reached the water's edge, he caught sight of his reflection and smiled wryly. The mark on the right side of his face was going to take some getting used to. He traced the lines and swirls, then dropped his head to drink. He wasn't sure what was going on with his life, to be honest, nor if he even felt ready despite his words to Gaucho.

But the thought of failure, of failing the herd... it stirred every feeling of revulsion within him. He was sick of failing others. A quick snort and toss of his head was the only sign of his inner thoughts he gave, and quickly the actions were wiped away. He would not fail. Nope. Turning away from the pool, he looked up towards the dune where he had stood vigil moments before. So many things to be done... namely and chiefest; meet the rest of the herd.


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Lost On The Sands Of Time - by Bucephalus - 12-12-2014, 09:33 PM
RE: Lost On The Sands Of Time - by Rei - 12-12-2014, 10:06 PM
RE: Lost On The Sands Of Time - by Bucephalus - 12-13-2014, 10:01 PM
RE: Lost On The Sands Of Time - by Rei - 12-13-2014, 10:47 PM
RE: Lost On The Sands Of Time - by Bucephalus - 12-13-2014, 11:06 PM

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