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Midas
Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.
Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.
I traveled the threshold to clear mind, and for a few hours I’m granted blissful silence. To which I used to think upon nothing in particular, nothing of troubles and strife. These woods gave peace to walk beneath the quiet awning of a darkened canopy. The sounds of this forest, birds and various other critters were passive, scurrying away at the sound of muffled hoof prints beating in steady rhythm against forgiving soil. It was quaint, for these few moments I could simply exist.
I wasn’t a leader, I wasn’t anything more than a simple earth creature – moving about the world, following the trails of hinds. Tasting the wind, relishing the glide of brush and bramble instead of flinching from it. A dozen scents lingered in the air, beckoning my attention. But today I wasn’t interested in following them; today I was being selfish in my desires. Today. I wanted the quiet.
That was how I found him.
His gangly immature frame was almost passed as a shadow, I started when said shadow took on a shape. Had this lad bore wings I might have mistaken yon colt as my own adopted son, Cera (the younger version.) His pale coat was colored nearly the same, yet, it wasn’t Cera. One curved horn slipped from his crown. A small grin widened my lips apart, teeth shinned through as this body paused to regard yon youth, “Hail friend.” He was young, lanky; obviously still growing into those legs and the length of a body that would soon harden from years of life.
I wasn’t a leader, I wasn’t anything more than a simple earth creature – moving about the world, following the trails of hinds. Tasting the wind, relishing the glide of brush and bramble instead of flinching from it. A dozen scents lingered in the air, beckoning my attention. But today I wasn’t interested in following them; today I was being selfish in my desires. Today. I wanted the quiet.
That was how I found him.
His gangly immature frame was almost passed as a shadow, I started when said shadow took on a shape. Had this lad bore wings I might have mistaken yon colt as my own adopted son, Cera (the younger version.) His pale coat was colored nearly the same, yet, it wasn’t Cera. One curved horn slipped from his crown. A small grin widened my lips apart, teeth shinned through as this body paused to regard yon youth, “Hail friend.” He was young, lanky; obviously still growing into those legs and the length of a body that would soon harden from years of life.
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