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05-08-2015, 10:10 PM
It was a lovely picture. A crystal blue autumn afternoon, with the cool touch of a gentle breeze rustles through the forests. Up gentle gliding with the breeze comes a dark Pegasus with white banded wings. About him swirls in silence a blue cloak, but perhaps it is just silent because he is a good ways off? He is coming down now though, gently letting the wind bear him. Too bad it was not as sweet of a picture as it seemed. The bay with the blue bands was not exactly honest in his appearance, for within, hiding was the golden. He glided for his flight was most unnatural, and that was the last thing he wanted now. Ease and grace; that was the character he was building. Mind, was renewing itself to the crafted life and style of Rohan, his little mask.
It was not an easy task. The golden had built a creature not like him at all. Rohan was to be gentle, good hearted, and wise. He was to be filled with the grace of air, and a soul of gold. A few too many battles had brushed him ill and now the soothing waters and work of the healers called him to repair old guilt. Yes, that sounded like a lovely creature, but you’ll agree it is not at all like our golden son.
Coming down from the air he found most tricky to deal with, the golden landed in an open meadow. Hooves reached out and at first touch rolled into a canter. He stumbles only once, as his wings tuck, but surely even a pro could make that mistake right? He slows to a halts soon and with a practiced grace tucks his wings close to his sides. The familiar scents of shadows, and clear water come easing back to him, and he knows he is close. Sea blue eyes look about, as if looking for someone. That’s because he is. The golden inside was not silent in thought. He was there at the invasion, and its victory. He knew the rulers of the Edge now governed these borders. But of course, Rohan did not. With the gold in the front lines he was not even able to make an appearance. So it was hoped none would be there to remember, because in truth, the gold was really just winging this.
His plan? Well not a very complicated one. He hoped to attract someone’s attention, and join again. Give some backstory as becoming an outcast for a while and returning. He wanted to see Helovia. The plan then was to join the Falls again, and put forth the desire to work as a healer. Sounded simple enough, but how exactly to do that he did not know. Who would meet him? And how? Not knowing was very much a distinct disadvantage. It left him powerless to plan any sort of reaction. So what was he going to do? Well now that was going to take some improvisation, and a good deal of quick thinking and lies. Good thing the golden was in his element.
OOC :: Rohan is looking to join/rejoin/???. But if people just want to jump in, we'll see how this goes if that's alright....let me know if not. =]
Wardrobe:: Blue Cloak, Satchel (dagger, circlet, polearm, hawk charm, armband)
Identities:: Ampere, Cashmere
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