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09-06-2012, 08:30 AM
Under the starlit heavens he flew, full moon bleaching his creamy hide, making it silver. On his back the stars, the legacy of his grandsire, shone as if they had light of their own. It looked as if the stars of the night sky had rained down on him and settled on his back and wings. He flew fast, the young stallion, fled from the warmth of the Dragon’s Throat, fled from all the confused feelings that had come with his arrival to Helovia. The cold air helped him forget by combing through his forelock, mane, tail and feathers. It was an exhilarating feeling, much like the feeling in his stomach when he tucked in his wings to free fall for several yards. Breeze loved that feeling, but he never did such reckless things other than when he was alone on nights like this.
For a while now he’d been aware of a towering mountain range. However how aimlessly his flight was that range kept coming closer. Now he was so close that he could see how high the peaks really were. Clouds obscured the top of them, and he knew it wasn’t even worth trying to fly up there. He executed one of his free falls and before he flared out his wings and rose on an updraft he saw a waterfall, a glittering pool in which it ended and a sparse forest. The foothills were green still and the range seemed to be able to protect those living in these parts from extreme cold in Frostfall and extreme warmth in Tallsun. Breeze decided to go down. If no one was living here maybe he could quietly divert from his new herd and settle down here? He would gladly trade the heat at the oasis for these lands and these towering mountains - no matter if he had to live in solitude. As his hooves touched the soft earth and the green grass brushed his fetlocks a sigh escaped the colt. He smiled, his head held high, wings extended and tail raised like a flag behind him. Here I want to be king. he thought, not knowing he’d landed just outside the borders of a herdland. The wind was at his back so the scent of the herd was carried away from him. |
[Ooc; The title is Swedish and means "King of sand" and it is a Swedish saying (meaning some one that owns nothing, king of nothing), the saying is sort of born from this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FTfe7F9BI8 ]
