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05-15-2016, 01:49 PM
The Throat could only hold the skull-faced child for so long, before his reds turned to what was beyond the island. Curiosity and impatience had bloomed within his small chest as he'd nagged, and nagged one of the flightless of his herd to allow him to use their key to sail over to the other side. It was harder than he initially thought, he thought they'd be glad to get away from communal babysitting duties for awhile. Gliding towards the mainland upon wings of flame, Tyrath shook his head with a snort of disbelief. Did they think he couldn't care for himself? He could take care of himself he thought rather proudly. It had to be they were scared his ma would have had words to say, if she found out her son had already bounded off into the wild blue yonder. He'd find out when he got back, he supposed. Now though, the world had opened up to him as dark coloured hooves had touched down upon the sandy shores, spreading out his down covered wings in a light stretch as he surveyed the area. Without a second thought, he kicked himself into a trot and began the first of his adventures. Sandy shores eventually peppered into green, skyline broken by the first sign of tree's and tall grasses striving to smother the weeds in their bid to have the most of the sun. As each purposeful step took him further from sanctuary, Tyrath's thoughts turned inward. He hadn't forgot the glorious red and gold dragon's which had left too soon for his liking at his birth, they had flown in this direction, right? or had they? It was hard to discern what was where when everything looked the same going forward. He had felt something resonate deep within his chest at their magnificent sight, like a pulsing orb of light and heat threatening to burst from his chest. Whatever it had been, it had gone when they had left. Leaving the boy frustrated and filled with questions which no one seemed to have the answers to. If he didn't find them today, then he would find them another day, he promised himself with a nod to no one in particular. The treeline eventually gave way to a river and grasses devoid of snagging brambles and sticky buds made for annoying equine and non-equine alike. It also became easier to see, as he'd had the faint suspicion he had not been alone the entire time he had been heading this way. Tyrath couldn't place it, though it felt as though his mothers eyes were upon him or something equally as fierce in nature. Whatever it was, he would see it here before it could reach him. The newness of his body didn't betray him with stumbling strides, to his relief. It gloated it's appearance, that it was built for something more than frolicking his days away as the uninspired did. His neck thicker than the other young foals he had briefly spied by their mothers in the throat, with the twinges of a deep chest and barrel which would ripple with muscle and long legs promised that this child would not be stunted and small. Proudly, the first signs of his quad-horned crown had made themselves known, ugly crude nubs that one day would reach to the skies as deadly spires. Leonine tail coiled around his hocks while his wings ruffled and raised from his sides with the spilling of a few silky soft feathers, messy strands of his tail poking whichever way they pleased in the birdsong wind. There he stood, a small sentinel of ruin by the rushing water, ears perked and ruby eyes fixated on any sound which reached them. "talk talk talk" from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation |
@Volterra
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