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09-08-2016, 12:56 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2016, 12:56 AM by God of the Earth.)
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He moved through his homeland with an uncanny grace. There didn't seem to be any origin to his presence; no mighty quake of the earth nor outlandish crash of water spilling him into existence. Rather, it felt as if he'd always been here, as if he walked this same pathway with the grass fronds swaying against his hide every day. Perhaps he never truly left. Though there was no haste to his motion, the God of the Earth's strides were still massive, and he covered the grounds quicker than most. As his hoof reached out the grasses and the ground seemed to swell up to meet him, exuberant with the sensation of his touch. The foliage around him was equally eager, seeming to lean and turn in as he drifted by, the flora nearly sighing with affection. He in turn loved the land back, evident by the lush trail he blazed, bringing back the life that tallsun had steadily drained away with its overzealous heat, the same life that orangemoon was due to make brittle and break in its cold winds, until finally the snows of frost fall buried it with frost and pummeled it into nothing - the perfect platform for his birdsong to rejuvenate and renew. He was not here for the grounds maintenance alone however, though it wasn't so very different to treat his herd the same. The horses that dwelled here needed their own kind of gardening did they not? He provided them the soil in which to grow, the creeks and the meadows in which to derive nutrients, family in which to take root... and the thinning of the weeds and the wilted. That was his purpose here today, and so he came to be within the moral realm, standing stoic among the heart of the herd with distant expression that bespoke his deep thoughts. "Come, my children. The seasons are changing and we must heed their wisdom." |
