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11-03-2015, 03:16 PM
Between two evils, always pick the one you have yet to try
He travels not far into the desert lands, before a winged entered his view. It occurred to Miseal that he was some of the few here that was without wings, the gift of flight not one of the many gifts he had. He wondered how it felt to be able to soar about the terrains, to stretch the feathered appendages of the winged kind.It was a short thought though, as Miseal was perfectly fine with the crevices and "confines" of the lands, that he wondered so aimlessly about.
Golden orbs took in all the creature had to offer. He was colorful, all blacks, reds and yellows, young too. It was only when he got closer that he noticed the mass of tri-color feathers sitting at his poll, along with the dual set of horns that protruded from his ebonite face. Ah, he was a hybrid. The colt spoke, his words confusing the colored beast, why would he run him over? The colt seemed uneasy, fearful to say the least. Miseal was no kind man, but if his mother lurked around the corners he didn't feel like putting up with her wrath if she messed around with the colorful hybrid of hers. So with his deep baritones he tried not to sneak up on the boy, "Even a man of my size couldn't run you over, fear not." He chuckled.
"What is your name, child?"
"Talk?"
OCC: aww you have such a handsome boy!
