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12-03-2012, 10:58 PM
Woe to the creature that dared removed his son from their territory. Midas would shred them asunder and wipe clean their blemished hide from the face of this globe…these of course where the overly exasperated ideals of a worried father. It was so like a loving parent to fear only the worst possible things, and considering present evidence—our general didn’t feel far off. He knew full well that vengeful edge members lurked about; those people wouldn’t take second judgment in shredding the head from a young throatier body. Molars and premolars ground together until a spark of pain ignited. Nerve endings had begun to lose feeling, but still he pressed onward. “Please,” he whispered above the wind into the heavens. Not again. "Daddy! Daddy!" Heart skipped, then raced—bottomless eyes frantically searched for the shrilling voice that he so knew well. There! Soul cried out in relief as the pale pelted boy came into sight from under cover of brush. Midas flew over him, whickering out encouragement and foremost joy. Snow pelted his body with little pin needle prongs, sun kissed feathers angled toward landing with limbs outreaching to embrace newly fallen snow. Once upon the ground, father came to his little cherubs quivering side. Aware of the intense cold, and using feathers as a cover to shield them from onslaught snow Midas said earnestly, “You had me searching high and low,” mixed emotions trailed, lowering face to touch the creamy jaw he added, “We have to go home now.” His thoughts were on Cera, leaving mind absent notice to gangly filly that lay hidden behind bush. Midas didn’t see reason for scolding the lad, it simply wouldn’t do any good—and youth would be youth. But, when they returned home he would make his child more aware of lurking dangers. |
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