Miseal had grown much too accustom to the thought of moving, his homes now encompassed many islands, many places, many herds, many Misael's. He had begun to think that perhaps there was no home for him, that he was gypsy and was born for leaving. He didn't have a real home, or a real identity, who he wanted to become, who he wanted to be always pestered his thoughts in the silence of a day like this one. Silence was an unwelcome man, his presence always brought dread and questioning along beside his shallow ways.

The colorful creature had been traveling his new "home" for a while, his desire for exploration never drifting away from his list of things to do. Misael had decided to climb a mountain, heights always left him breathless and he loved the thrill of it all. Step after step, the monster dug a golden hoof into rocky soil and thrusted himself forward. His view was clouded, but that did not stop him from continuing on with the hope that something rewarding laid amongst the tips of the treacherous tops.

A beautiful rosy pink dawn revealed itself as Misael made it through the last of the thick fog that had encompassed him previously. He saw the twinkling of night's stars as Apollo rode his chariot across the sky to lasso the depths of the sun and replace the white moon. Upon scanning the quiet and serene setting, his golden orbs fell on a true beauty, a reward indeed. He watched from his perch in the thinning fog, as the fae's breath rose softly in hushed huffs, her body was painted like a sky, as if the galaxy melted upon her frame. It was a certain untouched beauty to this sight, the mare he had yet to know looked so innocent and pure, as if she deserved the best in the world. He could offer anything but.

Feeling that this hawk-like watching was strange and creep-like, Misael exited his cave of cover, his two toned mane cascading in the soft sunlight of the early morning. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything." He said with a sly smile, he didn't really care if he was interrupting anything, he desired to talk to this women of silver mane and eyes, and he'd be damned if he didn't. Misael dipped his horned head, "I am Misael, what might the name of such beauty be?" He asked with cock of a romanized face.




OCC: EXCITED <333333 Sorry for crappy post O.O

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