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The wind whistled through brown feathers, his morning view one of colors and clouds. His home was beautiful in a lonely sense. All golds, pinks, oranges, and blues, but to eyes that had grown up here, the colors that could be so bright were now dulled by routine. The stallion had become bored with his normal way of life, waking up, flying over the same damn trees, going to sleep, well it was rather boring one could say. He was one who yearned for something different, of complete foreignness, something new. He wanted to find something to live for, something to go after; a goal, a motive. So with pure determination, he beat hard on his wings, thrusting himself forward to anywhere but home. He had flown till night fall, the stretches of familiar land replaced by canopies of pines and oaks, canopies that did not root in the lands he had grown in. He let his winds pilot him as his honey eyes reflected a childish-like glee, the new sights luring him to the ground. He landed softly, a soft thud in the chilly winds. Azoth looked around, ears perked forward as he folded his wings and pressed them tightly against brown skin. He wondered where he was, if anything inhabited the forest of towering trees, and if this place would be the place where Azoth started over. Where Azoth strived to be the stallion he knew he could always be. He wasn't sure if he was going to regret his choice to leave everything he's known, but living all the years by himself, alone in a world so much larger then himself, he figured that it wouldn't be that bad, right? Only time will tell. OCC: Lol threshold introduction threads, I'm so bad at them THROW ANYONE AND EVERYONE AT HIM PLEASE! I live for the colors of the sunrise, the colors of your eyes |
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