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10-10-2016, 11:09 PM
It was only natural that as the ever humble servant of their Goddess, Alune would aid the tasks however he might. The midnight hued Seer walked a leisured pace through the Edge, filled with elegant precision as he picked his way through the misted unseen path. The shattered beads of diamond and other clear precious gems within his mane gleamed and appeared to glow when exposed to the light which shone through the tree's, the metallic sheen of his coat and stark white hair highlighted the mezmerising stallion with a single stroke of sun or moonlight. Pale eyes noted each individual when he appeared in the clearing, careful to avoid any broken glass which had been shattered from it's once pristine place and came to a purposeful stop a respectable distance away from the rest. While he is no stranger to war or the trials warrior's undertook to be the best, he had been but a babe at food when he had been thrust onto the battle field. Armor too big for his frame, and all the fear in his heart as he put everything into the hands of the pale goddess and her magic. He had rose to the occasion that day, nimble and fleet of foot, while he may have been present that time as an inspired banner for those who gazed upon him and the other oracles, a insect compared to giants who he had aimed his budding horns to — it had been the first instance upon the warriors path, which aided his peaceful path in life. The dark, coalesced tendrils of shadowed intentions and fury are wrapped within a gleaming cage of serenity and wisdom, carefully tended and concealed until needed. A mirthful laugh escaped his twilight lips as he watched the grullo colt headbutt the glass with all the strength he could muster, leonine tail twitched and coiled around his hocks. "You will make a fine warrior of the Moon Goddess, if you continue to act with such power." He offered to the boy, there was no need to snuff out such a bright flame which was seeded in the boy at such a young age. "It was a magnificent blow, I too, was your age when I first landed a blow. I remember the feeling well." The corner of his eyes wrinkled with the memory. "But our crowns," he continued, "just as our magic, is not our only weapon to engage first with." One giant hoof stepped forward, and another as he strode into a canter toward the target the calf had charged into. He charged, but he did not lower his head with the intention to slice, ram or graze. Shoulder dropped and neck swung to the side to level his colossal shoulder into the target at the last stride, an earthquake in comparison as the vibration rippled through his muscles. Only afterward, his head swung with iridescent scythes bared do they crash without mercy into the splintered, scattering remains of the target to further shatter it into oblivion. "talk talk talk" The Arcweaver's Circle
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"I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,
And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon."
force & violence permitted on Alune at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
