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09-07-2012, 04:12 PM
derpa doo let us hunt :D
The morning, now a few days ago, still haunted him - fresh in his memory, the crisp winter winds, the cool, clear air, and the lone tree with the owl. He still saw those obsidian eyes and the crackling static in his dreams, heard its foreign voice clicking out through a beak not designed to speak the tongue of horses. The only thing convincing him it was not a dream was the cool, strange chain looped around his neck, woven from what once had crackled like electricity but now lay cold and smooth against him. Not dead, no, but not alive either, merely passive in existence. It held an egg, pale gray in color. He'd not seen its blue sheen since that morning in a time past - mostly because he had a hard time seeing it at all, without involving a puddle or nearly breaking his neck.
But the winter owl had warned - or advised? - him to keep food ready for it, and since fate had gone about the hassle of bringing him back in time just to unite him with the egg, he had no intention of letting it die. But he was a horse. He could probably, with enough luck and determination, kill a few animals, but... it was not something he usually did. He'd entertained the thought of killing an equine for its meals but it was unethical and hard to explain to the rest of the world. And so, he settled for seeing if his Warden wanted a reason to kill some extra critters. With dusk approaching and the darkness beginning to sink its teeth into the world, Mauja raised his head into the wind and called for the strange wolf Arathea. |
