Traveling, all the damn time. It was a never-ending loop for Misael, but yet he hadn't done anything to find the hole in his cycle of repetition. Perhaps he felt as if he had no purpose, and that was why he wondered the new lands far and wide. Perhaps he was unknowingly searching for something, or someone. How could he know? These thoughts frustrated him as he let out a loud huff as he entered the dragon's throat. He had yet to return to these lands, the last time he was here had been his first. Misael decided that he needed to find that purpose in his life, what would make him useful and plant his roots for his future. There would be no more waiting, meandering about wishing for something to just pop out of nowhere and explain his destiny. No, Misael needed to chase the rabbit down the rabbit hole and see what laid in store for him then, this wasn't going to be an easy task.

Tresses dragged along side of him as he walked, the throat was chilled by the frostfall but his large body and massive amounts of hair had no problem keeping warm. Golden flecs of sand stirred beneath sun colored nails, the wind was creating little sand tornados. He let himself stand for a moment, taking in all what the throat had to offer. He hadn't really looked at the terrain but it was a wonderful establishment that Gaucho ran, he was delighted to call it his home (even if 'home' was a mere word instead of an actual home.)

As the striped stag continued on, golden caramel lanterns caught sight of a furry tail, but the belonging body disappeared behind a large blanketed dune. Curious, Misael picked up a trot, his knees lifting to his chest with every step, allowing him to 'float' across the shifting sands. He was proud of his gaits, he knew that they were a sight to behold just as he was. Snapping out of his self absorption, orbs floated upon two figures. One, the belonging body, was a wolf and it's master was a lovely bay mare. Her face was draped with a thin white line, an interesting marking. He always wondered if strange markings had a story behind them, or perhaps a history through family, he never asked though, knowing it could be just a strange marking and that was it. "Hello" He spoke, chords cascading from midnight lips with a beautiful darkness. "Am I interrupting your travels?" He questioned, his bold stare upon her face.

Today represented change, and although change was a bitter word in his mouth, only those who accepted it and welcomed the force were to be successful. And oh how he would be. Change is good.




TAG: @Essetia
OCC: blurb :|


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