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08-02-2012, 06:26 PM
 G A S P A R D quote here The air was heavy under the weight of the height that bore down from the sun that was high in the heavens, it peaked its reach. Most was still, including the breeze which did nothing to comfort the creature that stood in front of the frondescence that descended out into open meadows of herbage, dried and frizzled in the heat. The glare of the sun reflected moss pools that scanned the area, a sense of paranoia clinging to his bleached and charcoal pelt like dried mud. The mind of the mammoth brute swirled as he constantly braced himself for a sudden attack out of the blue. The silks and thick fur of the beast insulated any heat from escpacing his large mass; it stood proud on the dry terra firma. Sliding down the hill that led out onto more herbage, his silhouette halted as he smelt the air. "Horse." He muttered. The air was distinctly bearing the scent of an equine nearby, one that Gaspard dearly hoped was winged. Considering he was only a hornless, wingless equine himself, he desired nothing more than to belong in the realms of the winged beasts that soared the skies. He wondered how much easier his journey would have been if he had been blessed with the power of flight. A gruff snort sounded from the back of his throat, his handsome, proud crown lifted aloft as he began to trot closer and closer to the scent. Winged creature, please. He soon found himself surrounded by nothing. Emptiness. The vast land was confusing him, the fatigue slowly catching up to him, causing him to halucinate. What a foolish, foolish thing to do! Silently kicking himself, he turned to face any random way, and began to make his way down into the further unknowns of this land, hoping for a place of respite and hopefully even company. For even a loner as he now was, he desired the company of other creatures, especially winged ones. |
