| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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The eternal night carried with it a concerning ambiguity, and yet the darkness seemed to bring Roland some clarity, as if every moment he spent in silent thought and wistful retrospection, the shadows were distilling his blackened mind. The fifth year of his life was coming upon him quickly and yet still Roland felt like a child at times, foolish and naïve with no true motivation except curiousity, riding on a fantasy he had convinced himself was reality. The questions that arose in his mind, which he burned to ask Sia as they stood in peaceful silence, made him think of his own past. Perhaps he could relate, and if so it was all the more reason for him to keep her close. They could help each other.
That being said, he was wary of growing close to any of his herd mates. While he considered them to be family, it was hard to shake the feeling that he should remain distanced, to only form bonds that could easily be broken. He was far too used to spending his life on the run, and a part of him was wary that he might one day find appeal in the Basin’s motives and become lured to their prospect of sovereignty. He was his own person, shaped by the wisdom and tutelage his false mothers had imposed upon him, but he knew that he still carried much of his father’s corrupt nature and iniquity in him. He had realized it the moment he had sewn himself into the fabric of his predecessor’s dynasty.
Ion had been the King of an underworld, leader of a band of rogues and rejects with a hidden agenda to rule, yet none of those added responsibilities had held up his breathless waltz for one second. All night long and every monotonous day the charcoal stallion sought and received a pageant of the great, the gifted and the gullible, for Ion had become a collector of pawns as well as fools and foxes. Crafters, scholars, wayward soldiers- all passed across his stage as the bemused beneficiaries of his great vision. If he had his way, and he often did, the influential and highest in society who had never stooped before would throw down their shields, commit to barren lives and worship him, the giver of their sun and rain. He gave them rare gifts, tokens to win over their devotion, and if they were among the lucky ones he gave them himself- for they all must be taken care of, they all must think the world of him.
Roland had learned all this in the few months spent with his father’s followers, that Ion had kept everyone at arm’s length, but with his silver tongue and irrefutable charisma they had all believed that they were one and only in his eyes and he would never let them go. When his elaborate scheme had been shredded beyond all ability to repair, Roland had been chased from his homeland with more than a bitter taste in his mouth.
Exhaling heavily, he tilted his head down and glanced sidelong at the mare leaning against him, hoping she hadn’t spoke while he had been tangled in his own thoughts and troubles. He didn’t want to push anyone who offered their kindness away, but he did not want to betray or disappoint them if they found out he was not always the patient, albeit pessimistic, voice of reason he acted.
He had once risked his neck amidst shot and shell and grown no bolder because of it, but he noticed his words had seemed to instill some hope in Sia, and he was happy for it. Despite his dishonest nature he wanted to do good in whatever ways he could, as if that might cancel out the wrongs he had done in his past. The smile she gave him was heartening, and he found himself smiling back with sincerity, all the while discarding all the unpleasant thoughts that had swarmed in his head. She leaned against him, cheek pressing on the swell of his neck, and he pushed back against her gently, curling his head towards her crown. “You’re welcome,” he murmured, injecting all the veracity he could muster into those two simple words.
(Ugh, sorry about my directionless rambling, got carried away. We can end it here if you want ^^)
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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