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It was late, far too late for reasonable boys and girls to be stomping around in the dark. Midas had felt the dry caking of thirst lace his throat with reasonable request; it was what first woke him from a peaceful sleep. Body lay curled beneath a bare magnolia tree, one snowy wing cast over his sleeping son protectively. Blinking with intent of helping eyes adjust, he stared out into the empty shadows. Tongue ran across his molars with scarcely a drop of saliva to lead the way. Apparently it was easier for one to get dehydrated when nightly temperatures fell. Rising slowly, to avoid bumping into his sleeping cherub Midas carefully maneuvered away and tucked wings tightly against his body. A glittering collar of gold and silvery metals graced his neck, each inch a weighted burden upon his body. Shoulder muscles and wing tendons were getting stronger with each passing day. He no longer strained against the weight of choice, but instead took pleasure in embracing the warmed metal. It pulsed with his heartbeat, ridding the same frequency of his mind and soul. Magic. A powerful entity he had only just begun to understand. It had awakened in him during the glorious victory with his kin at the moon race, when he had first witnessed the glorious goddess of their night sky. She had embraced his soul and opened fragments of his mortal mind to greater things. In that moment, possibilities opened to him. Sand shifted beneath his feet, stretching away from his hooves. Frame turned, angling his intentions toward the frosty waters of his home. Breath trailed above skull, each step crunched a thin layer of frost that had formed overnight. Ice had formed along muddy water edge; this winter was turning out to be especially bitter. His knowledge expanded four winters now, and this was the first that had brought chilling cold to his winter pelt. Familiar scents of fellow clan members lingered at the watering hole, yet upon approach he saw no others. Golden hooves squished in the soft earth as the weight of his bulk was accepted across the ground. Neck muscles flexed his front half forward at a bend to finalize his reasoning for being up so late. |
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