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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 11 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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09-01-2013, 06:32 AM
A P O L L O

And how can you say that your truth is better than ours?
Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms
Once upon a time, a fool-hardy stallion had wandered to these very fields in the midst of Orangemoon's night sky. Stars had decorated the sky, the scene, beautiful, yet there had been something terribly sad about the entire setting. Young, eager, and terribly impressionable, this stallion had been searching the world for meaning, for understanding, for a place to belong. Nightmares and self-doubts had plagued this fellow, tearing apart his thoughts and mind, his self confidence, his beliefs. In this valley, nestled in the thick embrace of the northern mountains, he had encountered the first to consider him a friend, a brother.

Midas.

Together, they had experienced a journey that one would find only in a foal's tale. This was just one of a few of the adventures that they had shared together.

Now, seasons later, grass crunching beneath hooves in the Heavenly Field, that impressionable boy returns. Except, this time, he is no child. No, he had grown far in both body and mind since that visit. Those same insecurities then do not wan the horned stallion, the thoughts of love and belonging. No... Now, Apollo knows his place, and now, it's time to see if he can earn the trust that had been bestowed upon him by the dark Constrictor.

Head raised high towards the heavens, the grass, now thick and lush with life, swayed at his hooves in the slightest of breeze. The stars twinkled deceptively above his head, crystalline horn glinting in the moonlight. Sparse shadows of clouds passed overhead, but Apollo's troubled, honey-brown orbs were lost to the beauty. In his head was a war, waged between uncertainty and loyalty. The welfare of the Grey came first; it always had, and it always would. Except... The Grey was changing. They had to, in order to survive this new world. It was a delimma that he had mulled over for days, and had finally found a solution.

Releasing a breath, Apollo's gaze finally dropped from the sky, head turning slightly as he surveyed his surroundings. There was no one around, but Apollo prayed that one would show. That maybe, just maybe, the winds could bring to him the one that he needed, the brother that he needed.

[ooc: @[Midas] ]



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Brotherhood [Midas] - by Apollo - 09-01-2013, 06:32 AM
RE: Brotherhood [Midas] - by Midas - 09-02-2013, 08:51 AM

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