the Rift


[OPEN] the weimeraner [hatching]

Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
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The black stallion was not sure why he had traveled here. Perhaps it was an exploration, adventure, an escapade. The dark titan's mother had always said "life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." From these words, Caleb learnt that nothing will happen in life if he himself does not force it to happen. True, some things may come naturally, but a hefty portion of life's achievements and
privileges must be earned with hard work and the will to deviate from the path commonly traveled. The fact is, few deviate from the common path, but those that do, shape a new path with new twists and turns. Then, once the path is smoothed and safe, more horses will travel it. But see? Why wouldn't a horse want to carve their own path, befriend individualism, waltz with independence? It was something only Caleb wanted to do, it seems. Still, the adolescent found himself simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life and options. The stag could rise quickly in Helovia's hierarchy if he so desired, however, he did not want to shine as a brilliantly meaningless horse in an equally meaningless Helovia. He sought for his life to have some sort of meaning and reasoning, yet he has yet to find these things, thus he has belittled himself into nothing.

Caleb's leather bag lay carelessly on the icy floor, buckle unlocked and jewels visible. His mind had focused on, not the gems, but the pale egg that rest beside them. He had carried this egg for a few weeks now, but the days felt like years and time grew from minutes to infinities, and he, unable to speed things up waited for the eternity to pass. The brute-ish stallion watched with an intimate focus on the egg that lay half in the bag and half out. The thin layer of porcelain-like shell cracked, only a hairline fracture, but he was patient, waiting for whatever was inside to move out of the shell. It was then that a rare smile flickered across his maw, it was a smile with endless amounts of reassurance that one would come across few times in a lifetime, if at all. A dark snout had poked through the crack. From only a snout to a full body, the young animal emerged from the shell that was halfway shattered. It was not a avian or reptilian animal as he had originally thought. This animal was a mamal like himself and all the other horses, yet it was smaller. He deciphered that it was a pup, but he had seen only distant relatives of this animal. Caleb had encountered wolves previously, yet wolves are burly animals with deep howls and thick coats. This pup was sleek and agile. Only one name bounced around his mind, and he felt as if the pup would like the name too. With a voice like smooth, cold, marble, he said it, the name. "Henrietta, you are Henrietta." Caleb's horned cranium dropped to the icy floor and the pup bounded towards him with clumsy steps, all while making a series of high-pitched yelps and barks. He skidded to a halt only inches from Caleb, than with a bravery only the young or crazy could posses, that long snout reaches towards his own. The pup sniffs Caleb, commiting his scent to memory, a scent that he would know forever.
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a cold-hearted man was once a man that once cared too much.


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