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05-26-2015, 07:16 AM
Ivezho
He was the closest thing to a hermit one could get.
Ivezho had been born on these sands, he had roamed them for years, and yet, he had very few friendships to show for it. Sure, he had a family here, but did he really know any of them?
No.
The youth sighed. It wasn't that he was awkward or shy - not on purpose anyway. He just didn't seek out adventure like his siblings, he wasn't entirely fussed on whether he stayed in the Throat forever or whether he was sent away (though he would rather stay, certainly!).
He just… didn't know what he wanted to do. He was at the cusp of manhood, the point in time where he would no longer be considered a colt and instead be seen as a stallion grown - not yet, but soon. The time was approaching where he would not be able to linger in the Throat a mere citizen, but he would need to choose a task, a walk of life that would help the herd more than simply being one of the masses.
He looked to the figure of his father in his memories - the mighty warrior, the loyal protector, the Ascended, chosen one of the Gods. He knew he could ask his father for some time to together, but Leader rarely had time to give careers counselling to their sons - at least, Ivezho felt that way.
With his lean, lanky yet athletic body, he was a natural warrior. With wings that cut through the air with ease and a reasonably intelligent crown upon his nape, Ivezho could do just about anything if he put his mind to it - he just couldn't decide what to put his mind to.
So he wandered, and procrastinated the decision some more, exploring his home and decidedly not ignoring any groups of others nearby. When he saw a gathering of winged-mare and horned-steed ahead, he called out a friendly greeting, a rumbling whicker, before approaching them with a kind smile upon his lips and wonder in his eyes. They had companions - he knew of companions, for his father had two, but he had never seen the likes of these before.
Having heard the tail-end of the mare's speech, Ivezho watched the dolphin play in the waters of the oasis with a mischievous glint behind his eye - oh, what fun would it be?! And then the other, with his foxes - it was easy for him to recognise that he was a bit jealous, and yet, not in a spiteful, or envious way. He simply wanted to know what it felt like, to have one's soul so touched by another's that you were twined for life - he wondered if he would ever get to feel that.
"Hello," he voiced softly as he neared them, expression soft as his wings shuffled at his sides. With a passing glance he noticed the bloody bandages upon the mare's wings, but refrained from saying anything for now, lest he upset her - there was no scent of fresh blood, only the dried on the bandage, and so he assumed the rags were remains of an old hurt. "I'm Ivezho, who're you?" The question was directed at both of them, and he hoped they would answer.
"Your friends are awesome." He added, smiling as he watched the antics of the companions around him.
Ivezho had been born on these sands, he had roamed them for years, and yet, he had very few friendships to show for it. Sure, he had a family here, but did he really know any of them?
No.
The youth sighed. It wasn't that he was awkward or shy - not on purpose anyway. He just didn't seek out adventure like his siblings, he wasn't entirely fussed on whether he stayed in the Throat forever or whether he was sent away (though he would rather stay, certainly!).
He just… didn't know what he wanted to do. He was at the cusp of manhood, the point in time where he would no longer be considered a colt and instead be seen as a stallion grown - not yet, but soon. The time was approaching where he would not be able to linger in the Throat a mere citizen, but he would need to choose a task, a walk of life that would help the herd more than simply being one of the masses.
He looked to the figure of his father in his memories - the mighty warrior, the loyal protector, the Ascended, chosen one of the Gods. He knew he could ask his father for some time to together, but Leader rarely had time to give careers counselling to their sons - at least, Ivezho felt that way.
With his lean, lanky yet athletic body, he was a natural warrior. With wings that cut through the air with ease and a reasonably intelligent crown upon his nape, Ivezho could do just about anything if he put his mind to it - he just couldn't decide what to put his mind to.
So he wandered, and procrastinated the decision some more, exploring his home and decidedly not ignoring any groups of others nearby. When he saw a gathering of winged-mare and horned-steed ahead, he called out a friendly greeting, a rumbling whicker, before approaching them with a kind smile upon his lips and wonder in his eyes. They had companions - he knew of companions, for his father had two, but he had never seen the likes of these before.
Having heard the tail-end of the mare's speech, Ivezho watched the dolphin play in the waters of the oasis with a mischievous glint behind his eye - oh, what fun would it be?! And then the other, with his foxes - it was easy for him to recognise that he was a bit jealous, and yet, not in a spiteful, or envious way. He simply wanted to know what it felt like, to have one's soul so touched by another's that you were twined for life - he wondered if he would ever get to feel that.
"Hello," he voiced softly as he neared them, expression soft as his wings shuffled at his sides. With a passing glance he noticed the bloody bandages upon the mare's wings, but refrained from saying anything for now, lest he upset her - there was no scent of fresh blood, only the dried on the bandage, and so he assumed the rags were remains of an old hurt. "I'm Ivezho, who're you?" The question was directed at both of them, and he hoped they would answer.
"Your friends are awesome." He added, smiling as he watched the antics of the companions around him.
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