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BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
With the brisk chill of winter heavily upon all territories, Midas had been grounded in the Throat for nearly half the season. His wings couldn’t easily handle the frigid air and would quickly cake with ice if he dared travel to far north. Ice didn't fly. Word spread like a virius with nothing but borders to entertain those within a dull sandpit. He had caught the gossip of Ophelia and Ktulu retreating from Dragons throat and entering wild lands shortly after the battle. At first, the golden lad hadn’t shown the need to burden himself in matters that obviously didn’t concern him. As time worn on, the thoughts of his distant friends grew ever more present. He found himself wondering about them and admittedly he found attention drawn toward Ktulu and Hototo.
Again and again they pressed upon his mind. Finally, he decided that today was a good day to pay his old herd mates a visit; it was a brighter afternoon that promised warmer temperatures than previous. Honeyed orbs stared into the distant hills with a reserved stare. He used the excuse that, ‘taking time off from previous duties would be nice.’ Body flexed and jerked into a canter, a painted form darted from the oasis. Frame took off, roughly, forelimbs pushing cold sand with stern intent on getting airborne.
Weighted with the strands of his armor, flying took more effort and thus reduced his speed. Each strong pump was tripled in the number of downbeats. He crossed Thistle meadow and angled for darker slopes close by. It was almost laughable that by the time our golden stud had reached sweet smelling cedar and pine, breathing was coming in short quick gasps and the beginnings of sweat was flecking his sides. Gaze trailed the land below, slightly hopeful but expectant in not finding the singled creature he quested for. Plans already begun to form on landing and returning home.
Again and again they pressed upon his mind. Finally, he decided that today was a good day to pay his old herd mates a visit; it was a brighter afternoon that promised warmer temperatures than previous. Honeyed orbs stared into the distant hills with a reserved stare. He used the excuse that, ‘taking time off from previous duties would be nice.’ Body flexed and jerked into a canter, a painted form darted from the oasis. Frame took off, roughly, forelimbs pushing cold sand with stern intent on getting airborne.
Weighted with the strands of his armor, flying took more effort and thus reduced his speed. Each strong pump was tripled in the number of downbeats. He crossed Thistle meadow and angled for darker slopes close by. It was almost laughable that by the time our golden stud had reached sweet smelling cedar and pine, breathing was coming in short quick gasps and the beginnings of sweat was flecking his sides. Gaze trailed the land below, slightly hopeful but expectant in not finding the singled creature he quested for. Plans already begun to form on landing and returning home.
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