horus tarkus

History, despite it's wrenching pain, cannot be unlived,

but if faced with courage,

The moon pulled itself higher into the sky as the two stallions made their way across the lands of Helovia, beyond the threshold. Horus was quite delighted to listen to whatever Hector would tell him about his herdlands as well as whatever he would gift him as far as his magic was concerned. It took a bit of getting used to (and to be fair, he wasn’t entirely comfortable after the long walk, either; more time would be needed) but he found that over time the lion tail that protruded from Hector’s rump seemed near common place, as it felt entirely natural for the alicorn to have that attachment as opposed to Horus’ own cascade of black tresses. The horns that made their home upon the liver stallion’s face seemed to be merely accessories, an extension of himself that Horus was finding great comfort in. If he were ever to need to call upon the beast in battle he knew that he would have a mighty alley, and if he should meet him as foe, a challenging adversary. Still, those wings of his were the most troublesome, and perhaps that was because they were the most obvious of all his unique traits, and the largest. Horus couldn’t help but find himself staring at them from behind, trying to stay ever watchful of where those feathers were so that he was not crowing the new friend he had found himself with.

Still, the bay stallion tried to be as discreet as possible when it came to his acknowledgements of  Hector’s extremities. After all, it was never the stallion’s intentions to be seen as rude or as some gagging child who had never seen something like this before (though that was perhaps the most accurate description of who he was right at that moment). As they walked, he found himself gaining a tired gaze, his pillars dragging farther and farther across the ground, causing their advance to slow quite a bit. His cranium dipped low upon his boa, hanging heavy upon his shoulders. He dared not ask to stop, however, as Hector seemed so delighted to soon be upon the lands he called home; Horus kept his thoughts to himself and pushed forward, hoping that soon he would find himself within those same quarters, catching the sleep that was much needed after a very long day’s travel.

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Word Count :: 395
Muse :: Eh, not quite there
Notes :: Sorry this took an ungodly amount of time and it’s so freaking short, but I had a lot of things swallow me (and my muse) in real life. Hopefully this gives you enough of a start to get them in gear!

"Talk."

@Hector