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02-11-2014, 03:49 PM
Forgive me if this is short and meh. Just getting back into this and may need to sorta slide into it.
Credits: Image by Flowering Fatality @ DA
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TORLEIK
Long is the winter of a man's soul The Heavenly Fields. It seemed Torleik found himself here often, for one reason or another: to wander, to chance upon meeting someone, to greet an angry, haughty god, to wander again - and now, to meet someone new once more. This time, at least, he was not alone in his wanderings, since Irelyn flew alongside him at brief intervals. She was growing stronger and was able to take to the air for longer and longer periods of time each few days, it seemed. Through their bond, Torleik was experiencing the freedom of flight in a way he never thought he would: firmly on the ground, and perfectly safe. It was unsettling, mentally feeling like he could be off the ground, but each impact of his hoof to the solid earth reminding him he was very much still under the influence of gravity. Peering up into starry night sky, Torleik paused, the vast, dark, velvety expanse never ceasing to awe him. Bright, burning stars twinkled like pinned jewels to a dark wool cloak, beckoning him. If you lived a good life, died a warrior's brave death, Torleik's people believed that you went to a blessed, happy place above this mortal plane, an ever-plentiful pasture, dotted with celebratory halls for the warriors and spacious, covered homes for the families. "Sky on ground?" Torleik turned his head when Irelyn's confused question trickled into his mind. Sky on the ground? What was she talking about? Some distance ahead, she'd landed on the ground and was curiously inspecting something. Coming over slowly, peering at the ground lest he step on whatever the owl griffin had found, he halted in his tracks when it seemed Irelyn was right: the sky was on the ground - but also on a horse's pelt. What...? He snorted and took a step back when he saw it was a pegasus, immediately bristling at the sight of the large, starry wings. Was this an illusion? A trick, played on his eyes? A test? "Irelyn, on me," he said firmly, feeling better once his bonded was on his back. Taking a deep breath, the scent from this pegasus told him it was a female. He could not be too rough, then. Reaching out with his muzzle, Torleik nudged her flank to wake her. When he touched her, finding her skin warm and the intricacies of her scent pleasing to him, he faltered. She was...real. Still. It could be a trick. An illusion from the Moon Goddess to test him. She was like the night sky, something he closely associated with his favored Goddess. Torleik made a quick decision and put his best hoof forward as the female pegasus stirred. If this was a test, he would pass, chivalrous, helpful and protective as possible. "It is unlike any females I know to sleep alone in an open field unless they feel they have nowhere else to sleep and no one to be with," he said quietly. "Are you in trouble?" The question was gentle, but probing. |
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