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Driving me insane But the wind and the land and the fire and the rain Always stay the same" -Roll With the Wind Caenan stood tense where he thought the border leading into the World's Edge was. His mane, tail, and coat dripped sea water from where he had bounding through the waves with the dawn sun. They were tears of the ocean rejoicing or possibly mourning that the sea's wild boy was casting away his days as an outcast. His sides lifted and fell in a manner that told of the stress he was under. The decision he was making, the commitment, was not one he had ever before made. The stallion had been struck ill after battling the corrupt god in the strange new land that had wed itself to Helovia's own. A healing had miraculously befallen Caenan but he was still unable to get comfortable. The pirate had laid beside the mysterious water tinted the color of rubies for what had felt like an unending period of time. Caenan had thought he would die there. He had seen others he had fought alongside come down with the disease. Each had left except for him. Not only the disease had struck him but also the cold realization that none would mourn his passing. Caenan had the innumerable sands of the beaches to call friends, but not a single friend that breathed air. The stallion's appearance told of his internal disarray. Weight had fallen from his sides in place of the tears that had not. His mane and tail still had dreaded matting left that even his beloved shore winds couldn't unknot. For one who had not shed tears his emerald eyes glistened. Once healed Caenan had paid visit to the shore and had allowed his tired legs to carry him on a gallop across the sands. He had ran until he could not anymore and then he had met the girl even the flowers bowed to. If the flowers, dainty yet still wild, would bow then so would he. Caenan took the filly as nature itself giving him a sign as to what herd his hooves should lead him to. "I am Caenan!" His deep accented voice rang out with the lie of confidence, "I wish to offer m'self into your ranks." The statement was simple and without adornments put in place to cover the stallion's hesitancy to give himself over. |
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