Chase away the darkness

the Rift

[THROAT] Chase away the darkness

Hector Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE

Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream

01-03-2015, 01:46 AM (This post was last modified: 01-03-2015, 01:48 AM by Hector.)

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights

The earth was yet to harden after a season spent festering beneath all encompassing snow – Hector was surprised. As he stepped between towering pines that shared no similar residue, he cast glance after long wary glance down at the slick mud that emerged only as his slipping stride forced aside old leaf litter. There was no hiding his path on this occasion; it was hopelessly erratic, so much so that he wondered if taking to the heavens would be a cleaner option. His ornate, coppery wingspan sat high across his spine, ready and waiting; though when the giant had suffered all he thought he could possibly bare of the primitive travel-style, the scent trail he had been so determined to find filled his nostrils.

Someone has passed by here recently... he informed his invisible companion, who slithered nearer inquisitively. Against the old bark, and snagged securely between it’s rough corrugation was the stench of thick masculine sweat and long strands of the stranger’s wiry, black hair. Hector peered down curiously, but grunted disconcertedly when he found no such damage like that which had been left in wake of his passing. Veci laughed noiselessly, entertained by the stallion’s frustration more than anything else.

They set off quickly and Hector found better traction just off track, where thicker debris lay matted and not so worn down by the hooves of travellers. Not ten minutes later nestled in a dim shady glade, there was a great mass of roan stallion grazing, and the tawny soldier snorted abruptly to draw thither his attention. "Ai stranger, I come in honour of the Sun." Baritone voice trembled with prestige, and his posture gleaned of the success he had found in this world – so far from the emotional torture he had suffered as an adolescent between the hollow mountains.