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Uriel Posts: 12
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Colt :: Hybrid :: 16.1 HH :: 1 Year (Frostfall)
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OOC: Sariel + open to anyone || word count: 756-ish
The little king had grown in the Edge and he had learned simple words in which to express himself by. He had grown accustomed to the long winter and the nip of the wind when it grew too strong. He had managed to accommodate the irksome limp he’d acquired at birth and from time to time he’d tested its fortitude while romping about in the mists of his home. However, the mists did not comfort him as they did his father and there was something dark about the tall forest and the trees that peered down at him, so aloof, from their aging branches. There was something powerful that reminded him of death in the crashing of waves, even if death was nothing more to him than absence. It was loss, it was when someone was gone, and that was what the sea made him think when he stood too close to the cliff that dropped, sheer, into the midnight waters.

Everything around him felt so lifeless and dull; it made the little king want to escape. The World’s Edge was a lonely place, he thought, and Uriel was not one to wait for loneliness to consume him. He was one to run from it.

Like an imp, the colt bordered the lands of the Edge until he came to the shattered glass wall meant to keep him safe. He stared at it -not for the first time- and grimaced slightly. The land at the edge of the world was anything but a home to him… and Uriel was determined to lay eyes on a place that was. Cautiously, the colt surveyed the opening in the structure that would take him away from the haunted wood and the dying plains, as if someone might catch him slipping away into the eve.

Yet, no one did and that was all it took for Uriel to flee the World’s Edge for far greater lands just outside the glittering ruins of his home.

When he had managed to make it a full mile out, Uriel paused to rest his aching leg and nurture not only his wounded pride but his own sense of self-pity. Everyone around him had always tried to reassure the young colt that he would one day be strong and agile and fierce… but lies were all that the stunted, young king could hear. Don’t worry son, it’ll heal with time, his father would always say… but everything he said was meant to make Uriel feel content with his weaknesses. The little king didn’t want to be reminded of his weaknesses, he wanted to overcome them!

In a surge of anger, Uriel pressed onward toward the north where he’d heard the snow was so deep, even stallions twice his size had trouble navigating the land. He wanted to prove to the others and to himself that he was strong enough and that he was fierce enough to exceed their expectations. The young king had only to call upon his desire to show them… he had only to-

Then it happened.

It was such a short burst of energy, a whimsical feeling that stemmed from his shoulder blades, that Uriel was caught off guard. The feathers of his mane ruffled slightly, the colt confused, as he twisted around. The image was faint and his strength sapping quickly, but there upon his back were a set of beautiful, luminescent wings. They fluttered in and out of reality for a moment and when Uriel tried to make them move, he could not. Frustrated, the colt cried out at the snowdrifts and the tall mountains all around him. He’d certainly managed to escape the Edge into a world unknown, but it too was a desolate place… The little king felt so uncertain about the things he’d seen, uncertain of the power he possessed, and even more alive than he’d ever felt. There were barren caves all around him and every subtle noise he made was mimicked twofold until his own echo no longer appeared to upset him. Was that the meaning of strength?

Uriel hadn’t yet wandered into the crystalline caves just yet, but instead found himself trying to force the translucent wings to appear once more. No one had warned him of such a thing and somehow he felt as if it were a secret that he wanted to keep. Even in the valley of ice, Uriel felt more at home than in the World’s Edge. At least there, among the snow mounds, he had only to rely on himself and his own fortitude.
Uriel & Sariel
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