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Lazarus :: Melanistic Lion :: None
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07-01-2016, 12:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-01-2016, 12:36 AM by Misael.)
 if only the committed will survive
is there anyone here still alive?
Tonight, while the sun was setting and the sky was painted with the colors of blush and orange, he took Lazarus to the endless blue. The cub had slowly come out of his shell, his shy personality forcing the rather determined and boisterous side of Miseal to step down and allow time for the soft-hearted creature to crack out his quiet boundaries. Although, with the recent wild events in his life(the moon goddess and her inflictions upon him won't be easily forgotten) the companion's desire for serenity was something in which the chromed looked forward to. A little peace would do the shared souls good.
After all, Miseal was a mess. His cleanly kept skin was dusty from travel and dried blood still littered his pelt from his spar with Cera, the thought of it causing his leg to stiffen up again. Turning the mass of his crowned head to the approaching seas, his body hums with the excitement of the warm waters that would soon consume his aches and wash away his dirt--well the physical dirt at that. He couldn't ever wash away that that wasn't physical, no, it was endlessly glued to his skin. The escape artist had finally found a master better then himself.
Tearing his thoughts away from the dark, he focuses on the azure tides. Gently Miseal grabbed Lazarus off his place on his striped back, he uses his blunt teeth to deposit him on a rock close to the shore but far enough that the lion wouldn't be sprayed by the sea mists. With one last warm look in the heavy golden eyes of his bonded, he turns to the sea.
He is swallowed, devoured by the blackening waters as the sun fared his goodbye into the arms of the lady moon. The warm water laps at his withers, gently embracing him with salty bliss. He lets his eye's close, his ears relax and drown out the world until only the crashing and crying of the sea-song whispers into his drums, singing of her beauty.
@Evangeline
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The Endless Blue was comforting. The cry of the seagulls, the endless crashing of the waves against the beach, and the spray of the salt water against her skin always served to calm her no matter how frayed her nerves were. No matter how upset she was over something she could always go to the beach and listen to the waves and find some semblence of inner peace. It seemed, though, that she was going to the beach more and more often because she was just unhappy. It had nothing to do with the Edge or anyone there, she enjoyed her duty as Moon Doctor, she adored her friendship with Alysanne. She was just unhappy.
Tallis flew overhead as he normally did, surveying the direction that Evangeline was walking in. He alerted her to anyone who might be lingering on the beach so she could decide whether or not she wanted to speak with them or if she wanted to be left alone. More often than not she was the only one on the beach, especially during the twilight hours. This time, however, the dragon notified her of a unicorn stallion farther up the beach. He flew lower so he could see the stallion better and alerted his bonded to the state that he appeared to be in.
'Dried blood. Maybe need healing.' The dragon had said as he circled back to his bonded. Being a healer Evangeline could not ignore someone who might potentially need healing.
The orange mare sighed and trotted along the beach, searching for the stallion that Tallis had suggested might need to be healed. What she found was a lion sitting on a rock, but there was no one else on the beach. She frowned and looked around before noticing the hoof tracks heading toward the water. She ventured toward the ocean and stopped when the water lapped at her hooves. In the light that the rising moon provided she could see him among the waves. "Hello!" She called out to him. "Are you okay?"
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@Misael
| Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 HH :: 7 years HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Lazarus :: Melanistic Lion :: None
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if only the committed will survive
is there anyone here still alive?
Hello, are you okay? He hears through the clouding serenity of the waves and the warmth, his mind trying to decipher between the real and the not, unsure of whether the call was something he had created within his cranium or if it was truly a string of words. Slowly, the stallion turns his great head, golden orbs expecting none, figuring that the beach had lured his mind into a lull, a dream. Desiring with great passion to understand why, why, when death had almost taken him, did his mother choose to surface, wanting, needing the hello to be real and to be her. Unfortunately, this was not a world in which desperation was easily fixed.
His surprise in seeing a woman and her dragon was enough to distract him from the remnants of his mother and the childhood that was taken from him, golden's settling on her face as he waded through the dark waters. "Oh yes, It's just a little scratch is all. " He smiles softly, it was true the bite wound looked pretty nasty and the salty water made it even worse, but Miseal had endured worst and didn't need to bother the maiden with the consequences of his quarrels.
He approached her gently, the water dripping down his hardened pelt and his tresses damp and tangled with the sea water. He let his eyes roam her body, Miseal no longer contained the rabid, needy, lust within his barrel that plagued his younger years, but he appreciated a pretty fae just as much as the next man. She is a lovely mix of pale ribbons and honey skin and he found something refreshing in the simplicity of her appearance, she wasn't adorned with wild striping and towering height, but rather something much prettier, elegant in the moon's glow."Miseal, sleuth of the Dragon's Throat, and what might the evening tide wanderer call herself?"
@Evangeline
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