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10-07-2013, 11:38 AM
Master, Master, where's the dreams that I've been after?
An ear flicks forward as the strange creature speaks and Vadim is mildly surprised that he can even understand its speech. Never before has he seen anything that looked so .. different. His blue eyes study the contours of his face before moving to his shoulders. His gaze follows the swirling black lines down his arms and his head tilts further as he then looks at the place where the strange, foreign body connects with a body that is all equine. How did this come to be, he wonders. What is he? Why is he here and why can I understand him?
The pale stallion's head raises and his body stiffens as the creature reaches for another piece of meat from the fire. The nudge of his head makes the pale stallion's eyes narrow critically, but then he speaks again and the stallion begins to relax slowly. The invitation to share the fire draws Vadim in closer and soon he feels the warmth of the flames licking at the front of his forelegs. Still, he stays on the opposite side of the fire from the creature, continuing to study him and wonder about him.
His tongue licks at his lips and he clears his throat, and to him the sound seemed deafening in the quiet and near tranquility that was the Frostbreath Steppe. Several minutes pass and he stretches his neck toward the half-horse and he sniffs. The scent is a strange mixture of many things and he is confident that he will never forget it.
The minutes tick by and Vadim remains curious about the half-horse until he can finally no longer stand it. Around them the world gradually alters from a snow-laden landscape to a calm meadow. Emerald green grass ripples and sways as the world continues to change and alter. Trees are added and the meadow turns into a forest. The pale stallion continues to study the stranger and he adds his likeness into the forest, then another, and another, and another and when he stops there is a whole herd of them in the forest that he created. Vadim then looks at Kelec, his question reflecting in the world he'd created around them as well as his eyes. How many of you are there?
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The pale stallion's head raises and his body stiffens as the creature reaches for another piece of meat from the fire. The nudge of his head makes the pale stallion's eyes narrow critically, but then he speaks again and the stallion begins to relax slowly. The invitation to share the fire draws Vadim in closer and soon he feels the warmth of the flames licking at the front of his forelegs. Still, he stays on the opposite side of the fire from the creature, continuing to study him and wonder about him.
His tongue licks at his lips and he clears his throat, and to him the sound seemed deafening in the quiet and near tranquility that was the Frostbreath Steppe. Several minutes pass and he stretches his neck toward the half-horse and he sniffs. The scent is a strange mixture of many things and he is confident that he will never forget it.
The minutes tick by and Vadim remains curious about the half-horse until he can finally no longer stand it. Around them the world gradually alters from a snow-laden landscape to a calm meadow. Emerald green grass ripples and sways as the world continues to change and alter. Trees are added and the meadow turns into a forest. The pale stallion continues to study the stranger and he adds his likeness into the forest, then another, and another, and another and when he stops there is a whole herd of them in the forest that he created. Vadim then looks at Kelec, his question reflecting in the world he'd created around them as well as his eyes. How many of you are there?
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