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Them Bones

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Stallion :: Equine :: 17.0 :: Three Years [Tallsun Born] HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
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08-06-2013, 08:31 PM


"You've not strayed this far from home before, have you, Luken?"

The question, spoken with the deep baritone of his father's voice, snapped the young Acolyte from his musings. Startled chocolate eyes glanced up at attention and his gaze settled on Destrier, his ears swiveling forward. The yearling offered a terse smile. As of late, he had been wandering, but despite Destrier's words the rancid Marsh was not the furthest he had ventured from the World's Edge. No... It had been to the Veins, where he had received his visit from the Sun God.

"Well," He began almost sheepishly, doing his best to keep up with his father's pace, which was rather difficult given the strange muck that their group traversed through, "I have explored farther than this, actually; to the Veins of the Gods. But I've never been here." It was where he had been greeted by the God of the Sun, who bestowed upon him a quest for his own magic. It was where he not only received that quest, but the burning, painful mark that adorned his right shoulder. Shaped like a sun, it burned similar to that of a sunburn, but the continuous, pulsating pain only served as a reminder of the importance of his quest.

Yet Destrier did not know that tale. Or, at least, not yet.

Looking back to the others who had joined the father and son duo, Luken smiled to them as well. The pale Acolyte knew of Kaj, the fellow Wingleader who served Queen Mirage beside Destrier, but he wasn't terribly familiar with the Pegasus. A mare had accompanied Kaj, and if Luken could correctly remember, she had only just recently joined the ranks of the Edge. She was a lovely creature, he decided, her brindle markings rather easy on the eyes.

Still, following in the footsteps of his gentlemanly father, Luken refrained from openly meeting with the mare and allowed Destrier do indulge the brindled mare and the Winglead in conversation. Instead, he focused on not slipping or tripping in this God-awful terrain they were moving through. The mud, if one could even call it that, stuck to his hooves and pulled against him, as if wanting to hold him into place.

"How will we know when we're to start digging? Or where?" He asked at last, making a face as the foul-smelling mud splattered up and over his forehooves. Disgusting.




LUKEN
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Them Bones - by Destrier - 08-04-2013, 03:09 AM
RE: Them Bones - by Luken - 08-06-2013, 08:31 PM
RE: Them Bones - by Resplendence - 08-06-2013, 10:02 PM
RE: Them Bones - by Kaj - 08-09-2013, 10:41 PM
RE: Them Bones - by Destrier - 08-27-2013, 07:24 PM
RE: Them Bones - by Destrier - 01-08-2014, 02:14 PM

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