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11-25-2015, 01:50 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 getting places, 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 threshold. Life was never to be easy, but the multi-chrome did not let himself get sunk into the grayness that so many allowed themselves too.
The familiar shrubbery surrounded him, the beast slowly picking his way through the wood. His ears lay relaxed, loss in the azure hues of his ribbons. It was a warm morning, untouched by the threat of passing seasons, the weather something Miseal always appreciated. Soft rays fell through the canopy, casting their light on the mossy trunks of the threshold. It appeared to be enchanting, all bright glories and beautiful sights, but Miseal knew that the threshold brought much more then happiness. It was why he was so interested in the land of the newcomers --and those who dared return-- emotion was most oftenily seen raw here. He was after all, a geek hidden behind layers of muscle and walls. Even Miseal, one who was alway denied the trends of the world, who was never prone to their alluring ways, fell to the ways of society; he had walls. Meant for the protection of himself and those who wouldn't ever be able to handle a filterless Miseal.
Golden gaze followed the trail of a stray ray, to be settled upon the frames of two pegasus. He let his orbs swallow their forms, both were young it seemed. One, a mare, was coated in creams and dark chocolate with large wings that were pressed closely to her side. The other, a male, was draped with azures and rusts, he too baring a pair of large wings. The lightning that traveled down his neck reminded him of Ampere, the mare with lightning that rested on her skin and her lanterns. He sensed a recognition between the pair, easily feeling the despair that leaked through the blues words. Miseal was a master of his work, no emotion would slide by without his pondering and prodding. Dipping his ibex crowned cranium, he nodded to the young equines, trying to thin the thickness of the atmosphere.
"I am Miseal of the Dragon's throat, welcome." He offered a small smile, baritones warm and deep, the charms of the knight still ringing in innocent words.
"Talk?"
TAG: Evvers & Semper
OCC: can't write! had to get on this one though!
The familiar shrubbery surrounded him, the beast slowly picking his way through the wood. His ears lay relaxed, loss in the azure hues of his ribbons. It was a warm morning, untouched by the threat of passing seasons, the weather something Miseal always appreciated. Soft rays fell through the canopy, casting their light on the mossy trunks of the threshold. It appeared to be enchanting, all bright glories and beautiful sights, but Miseal knew that the threshold brought much more then happiness. It was why he was so interested in the land of the newcomers --and those who dared return-- emotion was most oftenily seen raw here. He was after all, a geek hidden behind layers of muscle and walls. Even Miseal, one who was alway denied the trends of the world, who was never prone to their alluring ways, fell to the ways of society; he had walls. Meant for the protection of himself and those who wouldn't ever be able to handle a filterless Miseal.
Golden gaze followed the trail of a stray ray, to be settled upon the frames of two pegasus. He let his orbs swallow their forms, both were young it seemed. One, a mare, was coated in creams and dark chocolate with large wings that were pressed closely to her side. The other, a male, was draped with azures and rusts, he too baring a pair of large wings. The lightning that traveled down his neck reminded him of Ampere, the mare with lightning that rested on her skin and her lanterns. He sensed a recognition between the pair, easily feeling the despair that leaked through the blues words. Miseal was a master of his work, no emotion would slide by without his pondering and prodding. Dipping his ibex crowned cranium, he nodded to the young equines, trying to thin the thickness of the atmosphere.
"I am Miseal of the Dragon's throat, welcome." He offered a small smile, baritones warm and deep, the charms of the knight still ringing in innocent words.
"Talk?"
TAG: Evvers & Semper
OCC: can't write! had to get on this one though!
