| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
It was a promise that lead him southbound, slipping through cool air away from the comfort of the peaceful forest. The sky was clear, welcoming him with wide open arms as the sea called softly at his back. The journey to the caves was a short one, for him at least. A gentle tailwind aided his journey, carrying him along swiftly overhead the still world below. His thoughts swarmed like hundreds of lazy snowflakes as he soared among the stars, his gaze studying the world below that was soaked in a chalky light.
He had promised her, of course, that they would meet beneath the light of this moon at the caves. And he had promised, so many months ago, that they would go on an adventure together. Tonight, he would finally fulfill that vow he had made to her on the snowy plains beneath some other moon. So much had changed since that night, since their first few meetings in the north, but his feelings for her hadn’t.
They never would. Despite her leaving in search of refuge in another land, despite the crevasse the Basin had forged between them, his love for her remained. It was only her happiness he sought, nothing else. And it was her smile that pushed him onward, gliding on steady, cold winds away from the slumbering Edge toward their meeting place.
It was not long before he passed over the sloping meadow and its softly gurgling stream, beginning his descent toward flatter and rockier terrain at the threshold of the desert. He did not often venture this far south, and though it was an easy flight for him, the journey would not be so swift for Chernobyl. He spotted her quickly, standing near the mouth of the caves where a pit of fire was nestled in the dark earth. The golden flames lit her dark figure, surrounding the edges of her body in a gentle glow.
His landing was soft, iridescent hooves lighting gently upon the sand and stone. He hesitated where he stood behind her, studying her dark silhouette and the faint light of the feathers in her mane. He never imagined that she would be the one his heart always longed for, that she would be the one he’d give his life for. She had seemed an unlikely friend at their first meeting, but now she was so much more. He smiled to himself as he stepped forward finally, pale wings folded against his sides. “Good evening,” he drawled softly, joining her at the fire’s edge.
He stood at the rim, close enough to feel its heat yet still distant so as to space himself from the flames. The crater was not a frightening thing, rather it smoldered softly and quietly, quite in peaceful agreement with its surrounding territory. It was much like a large sleeping cat, purring gently into the thick veil of night until one was so foolish as to prod it with a hoof. Despite its harmless nature, it harbored danger within its glowing depths.
Murdock turned away from the orange flames, watching their dance reflected in Chernobyl’s eyes. He had little experience with the untamable element of fire, but he recognized its beauty and value. “What do you think it means?” He murmured softly, studying the wise expression of his scholar. “What could create such a…strange phenomenon?” And why? he wanted to ask, but, like a child, he was too hurried with his questions. The fire was the least of his interests, after all.
"talk talk talk"
@[Chernobyl]
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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