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06-18-2014, 08:45 AM
Sacre I'd rather kiss the ground than kiss a starless sky
Staying still for simply one minute was not quite in Sacre's nature. There was only so much cropping grass he could go before his legs itched to be on the move again, to travel and explore. This time he had left the sunny land of fire and light to travel back to a place where he had last met Tandavi, where he had finally returned his flower and she had been gifted with the power of magic. Sacre often wondered what it would be like to have magic, did one feel empowered by it? Did it make Tandavi feel different from before? Or did it simply filter into the blood stream to be left unnoticed until called upon for assistance. He knew very early on that there were different kinds, his own parents had been wielders after all and even now he was beginning to think that Roux maybe had something a little different. Did that mean the rest of his siblings had magic? Was he the only one without it. Sacre stopped in his tracks before the ascent to the shrines and spent a few minutes mourning his own ordinariness. Son of those who would be well known in Basin lands and yet here he was, a furry ball of disgrace. Perhaps it was a good thing, the boy didn't know what kind of magic he would want anyway.Sighing and pushing back his depressed thoughts, he began to carefully climb the rocky path with Inari on board his rump until eventually he reached the top with a puff of exertion and relief. A fall from that path would surely lead to death in the most excruciatingly painful way. However, his arrival in the Veins was not the first and before him stood a filly who was coloured in different shades of bay and white. Wings sprouting from her sides and accompanying her was the familiar scent of the arid desert, a scent he too now probably carried with him. It was one of the few he recognised and he smiled happily, glad to meet another one of the herd. "Hey! Mind if I share your space" his words were bright and coloured with a mixture of high and dark vocals. His move from colt to stallion was far from complete. Inari yawned and blinked away the sleep from his eyes before circling his head to view the filly curiously. |
@[Amani] hope you don't mind if Sacre joins her on patrol :D
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!
