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12-01-2015, 09:19 PM
Fight the darkness, It lives inside your heart, It's not your fault my dear son, It is simply your past. Although he was getting used to the heat that descended on the Throat during Tallsun, Mesec still occasionally felt the need to escape and cool down throughout the season. Lucius appreciated the change in scenery too - he liked the variety of prey that the different lands in Helovia offered. Sometimes in the heat the ones that were offered in their home just got so small and chewy. Now he had gotten the chance to hunt and was completely satisfied, perched on Mesec’s wings and swaying comfortably with the movements of his slow gait. They were a matching glowing pair - Mesec’s eyes and silver accents softly illuminated and the shining moon on Lucius’s back perfectly matching that which was rising slowly in the sky above the trees. Their wandering was aimless, there not being any real business that they had in the Wilds. Part of him wondered if there was anything else that they needed to be keeping an eye on - the world of Helovia had recently become so much larger. New lands, new gods, new faces. Now that his mother was back, how was that going to affect them? He wondered how many of those that had come to the fight in the Labyrinth had gone to apologize to her, wondered how hard that must have been for them. With his mind elsewhere, it took a quick nip from Lucius to alert him to the fact that there was someone else ahead. If Mesec and his companion were a perfect pair of black and silver, the pair ahead of them was soft gold and white. They were striking in the quiet of the Tallsun evening - and even in the dim light the antlered mare seemed… familiar. It was a distant memory, something from his foalhood. “Hello.” His voice gently broke through the air as he moved closer, hopefully not too lost among the other nighttime noises. Lucius eyed the griffin with interest - he had never seen one of them before - but Mesec’s silver eyes were on the mare. “I’m sorry if this sounds rude but… have we met before?” Mesec was fairly certain but he was having trouble finding a name to go along with the face and it was raising some questions. Mesec
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