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10-28-2015, 12:03 PM
Between two evils, always pick the one you have yet to try
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? He had met some lovely mares with his traveling, and even was going to be a father, but he still felt as if there was a void in him, something missing. These thoughts frustrated him as he let out a loud huff while entering the dragon's throat. He had yet to return to these lands, the last time he was here had been his first. It was quite unfortunate really, but he was distracted and never found the interest in traveling back to the lands of dunes and tumbleweed. Now, here he was, a refreshing desire to become and be surrounding him.
Tresses dragged along side of him as he walked, the throat was warmed by the blazing suns of tallsun, his large body and massive amounts of hair no help. Golden flecs of sand stirred beneath sun colored nails, the wind creating little sand tornados. He let himself stand for a moment, taking in all what the throat had to offer. The sand bite at his hawks like little stings over and over again. His mane whipped around him with furious lashes as the wind spun and danced, giddy with the warmth. In it's desolation it had a beauty to it, the red rock and vibrant chromes all melting together to form the Dragon's Throat-- Home.
"Talk?"
TAG: ANYONE
OCC: Meh intro posts are always meh, someone come meet my monster!
Tresses dragged along side of him as he walked, the throat was warmed by the blazing suns of tallsun, his large body and massive amounts of hair no help. Golden flecs of sand stirred beneath sun colored nails, the wind creating little sand tornados. He let himself stand for a moment, taking in all what the throat had to offer. The sand bite at his hawks like little stings over and over again. His mane whipped around him with furious lashes as the wind spun and danced, giddy with the warmth. In it's desolation it had a beauty to it, the red rock and vibrant chromes all melting together to form the Dragon's Throat-- Home.
"Talk?"
TAG: ANYONE
OCC: Meh intro posts are always meh, someone come meet my monster!
