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Azzaron found himself wandering through the snow covered forest. He felt as though this was a thing he found himself doing quite often. Peace and quiet was always his thing, but he could handle a conversation or two every once and a while. His eyes were set on the lesser traveled path. Those were always the paths he took. He was unique. A mark of fire burning on his shoulders just below his wings symbolized his worship of fire. His red eyes gazed upon the falling snow. He always felt diminished during Frostfall. He trod solemnly, feeling that it was finally time for his wild side to show.
Azzaron reared in a fit of rage and anger, all these emotions he kept bottled up were now being released. He leaped into the air, speeding through the trees, crashing snow atop the earth using the trees. He beat his powerful wings, using the air to keep him aloft. He snorted in disgust at his behavior. Banked to the left he swooped below the trees and landing back upon the powdered earth.
Azzaron acted as though nothing happened. He breathed in deeply and then allowed himself to release the anger, letting it all go. He straightened his posture and continued, picking up his pace. He trod through the forest, his hooves making a soft crunch as he pounded the snow down with his hooves. His large wings tucked in, keeping him warm. He tossed his mane back out of his face, and walked on, letting the snow fall into his mane and tail, diminishing the fire within him.
Azzaron caught sight of the sun poking lazily behind a large white cloud. Excitement rose in his heart. He watched as the sun began to peek out more. Would this horrible season finally end? Azzaron watched closely, only to be disappointed as the cloud spread out, trapping the sun once more. He stomped his hoof. How could Frostfall continue? Azzaron sighed heavily. If the season didn't change soon, Azzaron was sure he would lose his temper yet again. He trod silently onward.
Word Count: 348 (LIKE A BOSS!!!!!Sorry, I had too. X3) Anyone want to reply??Please?
OOC:
Azzaron reared in a fit of rage and anger, all these emotions he kept bottled up were now being released. He leaped into the air, speeding through the trees, crashing snow atop the earth using the trees. He beat his powerful wings, using the air to keep him aloft. He snorted in disgust at his behavior. Banked to the left he swooped below the trees and landing back upon the powdered earth.
Azzaron acted as though nothing happened. He breathed in deeply and then allowed himself to release the anger, letting it all go. He straightened his posture and continued, picking up his pace. He trod through the forest, his hooves making a soft crunch as he pounded the snow down with his hooves. His large wings tucked in, keeping him warm. He tossed his mane back out of his face, and walked on, letting the snow fall into his mane and tail, diminishing the fire within him.
Azzaron caught sight of the sun poking lazily behind a large white cloud. Excitement rose in his heart. He watched as the sun began to peek out more. Would this horrible season finally end? Azzaron watched closely, only to be disappointed as the cloud spread out, trapping the sun once more. He stomped his hoof. How could Frostfall continue? Azzaron sighed heavily. If the season didn't change soon, Azzaron was sure he would lose his temper yet again. He trod silently onward.
Word Count: 348 (LIKE A BOSS!!!!!Sorry, I had too. X3) Anyone want to reply??Please?
OOC:
"When you grow old, you will die and rot on the ground,
Other horses will dance when you all crumble, when your kingdom falls.
When your crowns break."
Other horses will dance when you all crumble, when your kingdom falls.
When your crowns break."
