down here low, fussing over scars

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[OPEN] down here low, fussing over scars

Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476

World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5

Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE

Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah

#11

02-02-2015, 12:07 PM

get up, get out, get away from these liars
'cause they don't get your soul
or your fire

Mesec did not completely catch those first words, the rumbling of the thunder overpowering the low voice she had used. The storm would be upon them soon, they should flee before too long to avoid getting getting battered by the torrents of rain and wind that were already beginning to swell around them. For now, though, he was rooted by her voice and by her presence, both of them overpowering the storm for him. Mesec listened to this idea, this perfect idea, and could feel his heart lighten with the opportunity. “Yes.” His voice but a whisper, not daring interrupt her thoughts as they came tumbling out. Maybe it was partially because of who was talking, but it was also the idea itself that caught him up so.

He wanted to believe in justice, wanted to believe that they could choose light over the darkness. And with her there beside him, her wing a gentle caress against his side, he did believe it. He knew he would follow her into this plan, do whatever it took to see this organization grow strong enough to fight anything. Mesec might not have as strong of a passion for justice as she did but it was there and it could grow.

His excitement certainly grew, even going so far as to cause the start of a grin in those silver eyes as they lay unfocused on the electric tree that had been seeded by his friend’s thoughts. Could it be that he would finally find something to focus his attentions on, finally find some way to not be useless? He could not say whether he would be this willing to participate if someone else had brought up the idea, if it had been the brainchild of anyone other than Ampere, but that hardly mattered now. He’d follow her most willingly. “A secret organization, Helovia’s first defense against whatever darkness comes next, both inside ourselves and outside.” There was always another one lurking on the horizon, it seemed.

She painted such a clear vision that he felt an immediate attachment to the idea. “You’re brilliant, Ampere; it’s a great plan and I'll do anything I can to help you with it. How will we find others to join us while keeping it secret?” Simply keep an eye out for those who showed an interest in justice as Ampere did or those who were tired of the darkness as he was? Mesec would have to make a point of being a deal more social than he had been as of late.

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