MORENTH

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The waves had a hypnotizing effect on Morenth. It drew his mind in with it's rhythmic drawls, the water stroking the surface of the land as it worked it's way in and out, in and out. It was almost as if the ocean was trying to coax the land to come back into the sea, lulling it into a sense of false security; whispering soft tunes in the backs of every land dwellers mind who stared wistfully out into the oceans blue. The sea was mesmerising, yet another thing he had missed out on when growing up and a small pang of anger glowed within his chest. To think that if he had stayed he would've missed out on experiencing something as spectacular as this, it turned his blood hot and made his heart race faster in his chest an age old fury flickering a lit within him.

Knowing there was no one around to see him falter, to see him become something they had not seen him become before comforted him and he arched his thick, brilliant striped neck. Raising a slender foreleg he slammed it into the sand, pushing his anger out into it and watching with mild fascination as the small particles flew away from his hoof with ease. The sand splattered against his other legs as he drove his hoof into the soft earth one more time, only stopping when he noticed the dry sand was not dry underneath, but damp. He was about to lower his muzzle to closer inspect it when soft hoof falls and movement out of the corner of his eye made him fling his head back up, the muscles in his body growing rigid. Curved ears pushed forward and he swung himself so he faced the stranger who shied away from him. And to think he thought he was alone. A soft snort escaped his nostrils, forgetting about the changing sand as the stranger uttered soft words of apology.

As Morenth listened, he stared at the slight figure who appeared to be a small female, of the same species of him, with two straight horns growing out of her brow, one of which grew in a strange spot above her nose. A steady breath of air escaped his nostrils, the little mare did not appear to be someone who would cause him harm. Though he would not be completely relaxed until he knew of whatever hidden abilities she possessed, since most Helovian's he had seen seemed to be able to wield something of unnatural force and as he gazed at her he noticed a strange light spewing out from her hide, despite the morning sun beating down on them. "It's fine," he said in soft words with a frown that contradicted them. "Why does your hide shine so?" He nodded towards her flank, as if she would not know of her own glow. It was probably a stupid question and even with the time he has already spent in Helovia, exposed to the strangeness of the equines here, he still couldn't quite wrap his mind around everyone's...unique qualities.


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@Seren