| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
Murdock’s lips curled into a smile as he laughed along with her, shaking his head slightly. “Executed anyone? Oh, no. My conscience is clean of such deeds as of today.” The title of his position was quite ominous, though his duties were never so dark. He was something of a glorified warrior, though no one had died at his hooves since he left his homeland. Killing was not something he enjoyed, and never something he chose to do; however, at times it became a necessity, to fight for what was right and defend those closest to you. The Foothills was not so barbaric as to enforce capital punishment, and so his tasks were far more mundane than his rank would suggest.
He listened to her voice, soft as it broke the heavy silence, weighing the wisdom of her words. He had never had cause to speak to anyone about the darkness, to request their opinion on the future and discuss what, exactly, had caused this change. He had been banished to a life of seclusion in his little cave on the cliffs, only leaving the mountainside for patrols or other assignments. Conversations had been few in the passing seasons and at times he had grown worried that he would lose his voice. Singing had never been of much comfort to him, but he found it had helped to ease the loneliness and pass the time, and ensure him that his ability to speak had not dissolved.
He nodded slowly in response to her question, his chin dipping slightly as his eyes once more found the eerie petals of the moon-flowers. “Afraid?” He asked, his voice betraying his fear for a moment, though he attempted to mask it beneath doubt. He toyed with the idea of saying no, of pretending he was too strong to fear the darkness; but he knew he was scared. “Yes,” he responded slowly, lifting his gaze back to the tentative smile upon her face. “It’s hard not to be, when you don’t know what’s coming. The moon came back, but for how long? Will we ever see the light of day again?”
Unlike some, Murdock quite enjoyed the night. He loved the cloak of darkness and the cool freshness of the air that was left behind as the sun dipped behind the horizon. He would spend hours flying over the mountains, wondering where the star had gone, and trying to chase after it. The world had simply turned its face away from it then, but now? Had the world ceased to move or had their sun disappeared entirely? While he had thrived on darkness, he had now grown sick of it. His body felt weak without the warm rays of sunlight to return energy to his muscles in the chill of winter, and the cold season had just become that much harder in the absence of light.
“What do you think can be done?” He asked hesitantly, tipping his head to the side. “If anything, that is,” he added with a shrug. He was scared to ask, as if she might have the concrete answer he was waiting for. He feared that what she would have to say was not what he wanted to hear, but what else could he do? He was reluctant to expend his energy on hoping for the best, but at the same time, what else could one do? It was impossible to ignore the ever-lasting night and carry on with his duties. Perhaps she might have some comfort to share, of if not, they could despair together.
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If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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