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01-06-2017, 07:55 PM
Sacre and who cares if I'm coming back alive? So what? At least I have the strength to fight. The moon had already risen above the Halcyon Flats as the the sound of pitter pattering feet skittered across the beach, leaving small paw prints in the sand and a plume of many fuzzy tails trailing behind them. It was a duo of foxes, leading their plodding unicorn friend, who looked ready to doze off, into the seemingly never ending horizon as the ghostly moon reflected against the thin waters. The more Sacre gazed into the blurring distance the more his eyes wanted to glaze over, becoming dewy in the corners as his heavy lids threatened to fall shut, and give in to the sweet call of sleep. However, the gentle thud of hooves against sand became a sudden splash and water sprayed up from his cloven feet, that had slumped into the shallow waters, smacking his face with its cool droplets, his startled heart thudding loudly as his intense blue eyes widened. For a moment he was silent, listening to his hammering heart as he took in deep breaths, it pounded some more before drifting back to its usual pace. Still, Sacre embraced the stillness, his feet now surrounded by the cool shallow water, until his lips curled into a humoured smile and he snorted. What was he doing here, falling asleep on a distant beach? Truthfully, he had gone out and done his usual, started looking for herbs, like a good healer should, before convincing himself to look for Roux also and here he was, far from home, dozing off. Reflecting in the water he could see a faint orange glow causing a frown to appear on his face before he remembered what it was and he grinned instead. The Sun God. Twisting, his forelock falling lop-sided over one ear, he tried to reach his tail to retrieve the glowing deity, but Ríona was much faster and plucked it from the knots, causing Sacre to wince, before she placed it on the sandy beach. Still stood in the water, Sacre stared across at the Godly figurine with a whimsical look, forlornly watching him glow next to the moonlight. "You would know, wouldn't you" he grumbled at the motionless figure, thinking of Roux, wishing it could talk back. |
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