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12-14-2015, 08:51 PM
Let me in
I'll show you how the world really is
I'll show you how the world really is
The days had be doing Miseal well. There was little too them, but his life wasn't considered unexciting, rather he was just content with how Time had treated him. His travels have brought many places, his desire to wonder not ceasing to exist, instead thirsting for more that Helovia could show him. Golden hooves lead him here today, a maze of bamboos and tall grasses to be his new found interest. He had thought that he had covered all of the vast isles of helovain territory but it seemed that he should never assume such things, as this world was constantly surprising him. Although, it wasn't that hard when you lived in a world of magics and gods. Nothing would be impossible here, that was deemed the truth.
Ears were twisted forward at the sound of chaos, nostrils flaring as his muscles coiled in an automatic defense. Something tainted the smell he inhaled, his mind unable to understand what rotten smell could be so thick in this land. A sense of alarm settled over him, but that was not what would bring him to the scene, his curiosity to be the blame. Striding in strong, powerful strides, the beast cantered to the violent sounds of splashing, tassles flying behind him in cascading waves. Not before long he was at the bay of a pond, the sight of three filling his view. Words were casted, but no help was aided. He saw one of greens, jades, who quite honestly looked like some sort of zombie, and the other was of creams, rusts, and whites, both standing idly by. Having no time to think, to introduce, to ask, the creature plunged into the water. He was large and tall, easily able to cut through the waves. Reaching out, Miseal used his teeth to find something, anything, to latch onto. Finding her crest, he grabbed on, arching his neck back to pull her out of the waters. The onyx mare was a tiny, delicate thing, but it was still a struggle to drag her to shallower waters. Water dripped off his coat, drapes soaked in the murky waters of the jade labyrinth and heart thundering in his chest. Releasing his grip, he gently nickered, golden standards concerned and wide. "I am Miseal, are you are okay?" He spoke, chords low and questioning, the wonderings of what happened flickering in the back of his mind.
"Talk?"
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