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12-01-2012, 04:21 PM
Azzaron's sleek palomino figure glided carelessly over the bridge leading to the three shrines. He did not care for the other two. The one he went straight to was the Sun God's shrine. He worshiped this god, and he wouldn't stop worshiping him until the day he died. Azzaron tucked his wings close to him and called out."Great and powerful King of the Flames, will you come and grant me a wish?"
Azzaron had heard of the Sun God's return, and when he did, his mind could not stop to think of anything but the god. Azzaron's tribal marking was in fact something he was granted as a child. One that showed his interest and love in fire. Sadly though, he had to leave his land for eternal winter had come over it, and now Azzaron was here to seek fire magic. He wanted it so badly, the feeling of burning some one or something was joyous. Controlling fire was his desire. And now he hoped the god would grant it.
A bird's small form twittered by, and Azzaron grumbled. Sweet things should burn. He thought to himself. Birdsong was a day where the sun could finally burn the snow, melt it down to nothing. Azzaron's mind wandered on about fire as he waited for the Sun God to reply.
OOC:
WC: 221
Azzaron had heard of the Sun God's return, and when he did, his mind could not stop to think of anything but the god. Azzaron's tribal marking was in fact something he was granted as a child. One that showed his interest and love in fire. Sadly though, he had to leave his land for eternal winter had come over it, and now Azzaron was here to seek fire magic. He wanted it so badly, the feeling of burning some one or something was joyous. Controlling fire was his desire. And now he hoped the god would grant it.
A bird's small form twittered by, and Azzaron grumbled. Sweet things should burn. He thought to himself. Birdsong was a day where the sun could finally burn the snow, melt it down to nothing. Azzaron's mind wandered on about fire as he waited for the Sun God to reply.
OOC:
WC: 221
"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."
