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10-09-2015, 02:49 PM
This is something
All or nothing
RIFT
We'll build a fortress up in the trees, climb after me, climb after me.
He guessed it was about time.
Rift had never thought that he would end up fleeing the Argent Veldt, though truthfully, he had never seen himself as a leader of anything, let alone other equines. So he assumed that his relocation must have been for the best. The sunkissed brute had poured his love into the vibrant earth that made up the Veldt and his bonded, he had felt himself heal and become part of the land. But, life never seems to pan out the way we assume and here he was, upon the precipice of yet another country; he was merely a refugee once more.
Hooves sinking slightly into the cushioned earth, Rift wondered at what could have been if only he had been strong enough to stay in Pantheon, if only he had not been so weak as to run from his own past. He supposed that it was for the best, this relocation, this constant fleeing what would rend his soul in two; self-preservation was an undeniable urge, and if it made the scarlet lad a coward, then that was not new to him. He sighed, the thoughts floating around within his head like so many stars he couldn't quite fathom.
Pausing on the edge of a pool filled with still green waters, the lanky stallion considered the cacophony of lilypads, cattails and mosses that had grown in the pond. Emerald strands of ivy snaked up the trunks of ancient trees and the sun filtered down through the boughs to paint lattice-like shadows over the earth. Birds chirped and squirrels chattered, their voices echoing in a symphony of nature throughout the forest. Life abounded here at the roots of trees and within the murky waters, this was a place of healing and growth; a land of opportunity and purity.
A small smile tugged at the edges of the young rogue's mouth as he surveyed his surroundings, yes, he could make a home of this place. He could start over here; he could find his way.
His wings expanded and swept out to brush against damp trunks and mossy boulders, the heartbeat of the earth shuddering its way into the lad's soul. Shaking his head as his smile grew wider, Rift felt the pulse of magic seeping into his bones; this country still had it's hold upon the old ways, it was ingrained into the very soil. Passion bloomed and ignited like an inferno within his chest, scarlet eyes glinting with excitement for the future. Flicking his thin crimson tail, the lanky brute folded his wings loosely against his side and dipped his head to the waters, running his lips over the leathery smooth surface of a lilypad.
"I'd love to make a home of this place. I'd love to make a home of you."
We'll make our living out in the trees and we'll grow old, searching for Lost Gold.
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