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ÖDE
He hadn't forgotten the task Thranduil had assigned him. Winter's wrath had kept him mostly holed up in the mountains, but with the retreat of frost and the first melt of spring, Öde gradually crept free. He couldn't shake the tiger colored mare from his mind, especially since he hadn't gotten to properly speak to her at the gathering, not with so many about. Still, she intrigued him, and for more than her undeniable beauty and equally irrefutable strangeness. Her rank is what drew him to her, and it was perfect for what he needed.
Though, herd politics were standing a bit in his way. So was the ocean.
Tilting his head Öde regarded the water that yawned between his stance on the mainland and the distant, though observable shore of the desert island ahead of him. Vaguely he could make out shapes on the sands beyond, particularly amid the sky. Beside him a monumental pillar stood, its design solid and ornate. He observed it with a certain amount of distrust, familiar with what his land's sentinel was capable of. Surely it couldn't work the same way though, not when he couldn't even physically cross the Throat's borders. "And we're the reclusive herd?" he asked the wind in mild disbelief and amusement; the kind of humor that is born of frustration and exhaustion. He had spent days traveling here, and now to run into this simple act of defiance by nature, he couldn't fulfill his destiny.
Unwilling to leave, Öde belted out a loud neigh, hoping one of the desert dwellers might come over to at least share some palavar. He wasn't sure it would make it though, not with the sea winds whipping about, but he much preferred chancing a lost voice than a lost body if he attempted a swim.
Though, herd politics were standing a bit in his way. So was the ocean.
Tilting his head Öde regarded the water that yawned between his stance on the mainland and the distant, though observable shore of the desert island ahead of him. Vaguely he could make out shapes on the sands beyond, particularly amid the sky. Beside him a monumental pillar stood, its design solid and ornate. He observed it with a certain amount of distrust, familiar with what his land's sentinel was capable of. Surely it couldn't work the same way though, not when he couldn't even physically cross the Throat's borders. "And we're the reclusive herd?" he asked the wind in mild disbelief and amusement; the kind of humor that is born of frustration and exhaustion. He had spent days traveling here, and now to run into this simple act of defiance by nature, he couldn't fulfill his destiny.
Unwilling to leave, Öde belted out a loud neigh, hoping one of the desert dwellers might come over to at least share some palavar. He wasn't sure it would make it though, not with the sea winds whipping about, but he much preferred chancing a lost voice than a lost body if he attempted a swim.
I have become DEATH
the destroyer of worlds.
image creditsthe destroyer of worlds.
Maren Tandavi and open for anyone who wants to join! He's hear to learn a little about DT history/lore so particularly scholarly ranks/old members welcome :)
Be aware active magic doesn't work in his vicinity due to his magic!
62.5/62.5 HPHelovia Hard Mode
