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12-27-2014, 02:26 AM
What was the red brutes purpose back here? Boredom perhaps? Lonliness? Longing for a home burned long ago? For a mother gone crazy and dead for what was probably ages? Or did his bitchy mother live still? Searching for his dead beat father, and the maid of white and the delusions of a child. Lost in an endless love triangle, between her only friend, and the only man she had ever truly loved. And his sister? In over her head, using her female charms to her advantage, but where they really female charms? or more likely the powers of her demonic heritage. The tall brute wandered aimlessly, hazel eyes gazing at the newly growing leaves on the tree's, the awakening of the hibernating critters, and the endless chirps of young birds in love. The tall red man halts, and closes his eyes, drowning out the useless noise, and focusing on the cool breeze and the sweet scent of spring, of newly formed life. Soon the hazel eyes belonging to the red man opened, and he continues on his walk, deeper into the threshold. At last, the red man reaches the edge of it. Out yonder are lands he has traveled through once before. Far far away was his home, his birthplace, nothing but ashes now. Should he leave? A long face turns to look behind him, seriously considering it. What did he have here anyways? Her. His mind wanders to the red gold mare painted so beautifully in white, and colored by her unique designs all around her coat, then powered by her orchid eyes that seemed to burn through ones soul. She is what kept him here, even if she had been absent for some time. He would stay until she returned. With a deep sigh the red man turns from the borders, and starts his trek back inland. As the man moves in further he happens across two mares. One was a draft, the other... Well she wasn't a mare like I had originally thought. She was only a child. She was a pretty child indeed, however. Hazel eyes traveled her gazing curiously at the wings that she carried. "Hello. Could I possibly be of assistance to you two lady's?" His voice is gruff with misuse, but is kindly. For a moment the red brute stays quiet before deciding to give the two females his name. "I am Ira. Who might you two be? |
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