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The titan approaches the mist-shrouded cliffs, he was up with the sun. The chill had awoken him- though it was nothing compared to the icy freeze of Frostfall. As his giant, sweeping strides brought him closer to the Edge’s edge, a grumble rose in his throat. The chill had his muscles tight, the sinew clearly standing stiff beneath his silvered buckskin coat. The black and white banding forming a topography of markings in his coarse hair. He halted, heavy hooves sinking into the slush that the slowly melting snow was becoming. His hooves were in cold sludge, his coat was layered in cold mist, his chest was expanding with cold air- “I hate cold.” The deep mutter grouchily fell flat in the thick air. At least the sun was attempting to warm the great stallion, as muted yellow light gently cut through the mist. He snorted harshly, roughly shaking his head hard, sending his buzzed mane and thick crest slapping the sides of his neck. He needed to do something to warm up and make his taunt muscles more pliable. He needed Rexanna with him at night- he cut this thought short at the pain it brought him. He stomped a massive hoof, sending a spray of dark mud up his leg- though he paid this no mind. He knew what would warm him. He knew what he needed. He had played arts and crafts, nice guy, welcome-lady, for too long. His body was stiff with disuse. So stiff- he wondered if the creaking joints even knew how to move in combat anymore. Crossly, he pitched his voice as he did in the battlefield, “Mauja! I’ll take you up on that practice, now!” The low sound cutting easily through the mist. His bellow carried well over the Edge- most likely awaking many at this early hour. Though, quite out of character, he didn’t currently care. In his foul mood he half-reared, once again slamming against the ground, attempting to force limberness into his taunt muscles. More cold mud sprayed up his legs. “Damn it all.” He snorted and twitched his wiry tail. WC: 355 0/3 Summary: He’s chosen a clearing near the cliffs. It’s a misty and cold morning, though the sun is quickly burning the mist off. The ground is quite slushy and muddy from the melting snow. @Mauja |
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