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12-30-2015, 05:25 PM
Ivezho
Blood rushed through his veins, much like his body rushed over the lands below him. Wings cupped the air as if the wind were their lover, feathers dancing and tilting as the rhythm of wingbeats slowly increased. The stallion knew not where he flew - there was so much to look at, so much to explore and discover. How could he hope to see it all, learn it all? He wasn't an explorer, nor a discoverer of new things - he was Ivezho, a beast never meant to leave his home.
But left his home he did, upon the same wings that brought him to these fields that touched the sky, and though he wanted to feel regret for his actions - he found himself living for the first time instead.
It didn't mean he would never return - it just meant that he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to be selfish, to live and learn and discover without feeling the need to explain himself to anyone - to his father, his mother, his brother, and probably the island full of siblings the Throat contained now as well. He wanted to be free from it all, if only for a little while - and yet he knew he shouldn't.. But the guilt wasn't enough. He didn't feel homesick, he didn't feel the urge to return to the sandy plains - yet.
Somehow he always knew he would return, for it was his home. Ivezho glanced with emerald pools to the south as he landed atop this mountainous range, and he sighed - he would return there, just not yet.
@Mordecai
But left his home he did, upon the same wings that brought him to these fields that touched the sky, and though he wanted to feel regret for his actions - he found himself living for the first time instead.
It didn't mean he would never return - it just meant that he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to be selfish, to live and learn and discover without feeling the need to explain himself to anyone - to his father, his mother, his brother, and probably the island full of siblings the Throat contained now as well. He wanted to be free from it all, if only for a little while - and yet he knew he shouldn't.. But the guilt wasn't enough. He didn't feel homesick, he didn't feel the urge to return to the sandy plains - yet.
Somehow he always knew he would return, for it was his home. Ivezho glanced with emerald pools to the south as he landed atop this mountainous range, and he sighed - he would return there, just not yet.
@Mordecai
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