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Misael Posts: 97
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 HH :: 7 years HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Lazarus :: Melanistic Lion :: None ShadowMare
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His body ached, his muscles sore from the clash of moose and chrome. He was on his way home, wanting to return to the desert isles that meant so much to him now. Miseal wasn't quite ready just yet, taking the longer way instead, prolonging his journey. He wanted to explore the south more, the vast systems of caves yet to be born to his golden orbs. It had seemed that time had slipped so quickly between his daggers, his days full, his nights only used to slumber, in hopes that in the morning he would catch up with all that he needed to do. He couldn't even remember the last time he did anything for himself, the constant what can I do for them, controlling his freedom. He would never change it, but tonight, as the beast lay awake in the shadows, he explored.

Instead of fighting the night, he became apart of it. Cascading down to the maze of crystal creations, his skin glowed and shined as the gems played with the colors of his body. He could feel the ebb of pain as he used his muscles, but knew that in time, his strength would only reap the benefits. His thoughts shifted away from his vanity as the roaring sound lured him to it's source. He was already mesmerized by what Helovia had hidden behind the topsoils, but the newly born sight was enough to stop him still in his tracks. The falling waters crashed and beat upon the translucent rocks, his goldens swallowing all that this room offered in seconds. He lurked around, ears trained forward, who else sought the sight of the rock falls? Surely he wasn't alone.

@Nymeria

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