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06-14-2015, 07:20 PM
He was one with the night, with the wind-blown snow, with the stars and the darkness that enveloped them. He was wild and free, and when he jumped through the powdery dunes and his mind swelled with the elated feeling of soaring weightlessly, he could even believe for a second that he was happy.
Then he landed with a jolt in the wretched firmness of reality and the weight of it was enough to make his knees tremble, quiver with the urge to bend and cave. He was not free. In fact, he was shackled, fettered with binds stronger than any mortal magician, and the only thing he was one with was his own impending doom, the fate that had loomed over his head from the moment he was conceived. There was absolutely nothing he could do about it, and it made the youngster want to scream out in frustration, drove him to run and run until all breath escaped him and he arrived at the ends of the earth.
There, it appeared someone was waiting for him. Not that the dark colt actually were or anything, but in a dramatic epic-storyline kinda way it would be more interesting if that were the case. They were not strangers brought together purposelessly and for no reason, but brothers in arms, friends of fate destined to do great deeds together... right?
His certainty faded steadily as he approached the lonesome stag, because there was something eerie about this fellow, something he couldn't quite place. A touch upon the air, a vibration about him that Cathun had come to associate with magic at play. But that had to be his imagination, because nowhere did he see the laws of physics break, and the only supernatural in this picture was the glow of his own shedding embers - and the coiling tails of a black fox perched nearby.
Nevertheless, it was with an air of self-confidence that he approached, and without letting any of his doubts show through voice nor face Cathun paused just out of reach (just to be safe) and eyed the colt up and down critically.
"You look like you just ate a summer apple. What's wrong?" he asked, smile askew and eyes glowing in what he hoped was friendly concern.
Cathun
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