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[PRIVATE] I know the shame in your defeat

Rohan Posts: 132
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.0 :: 8 years HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE
Éomer :: White-tailed Eagle :: Scream Reli
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09-06-2016, 02:08 AM
rohan
RUN AWAY WITH ME
The sun has already slipped below the horizon, but its light still lingers to brush the sky, illuminating the deep purple of night with halos of pastel reds and vibrant oranges. Stars twinkle playfully in this twilight, flickering like little drops of heaven, paying homage to their mother moon. Green eyes hover upon the glowing, crescent orb, hesitating for a short moment before the stallion returns his gaze to the trees and moves forward.

In all honesty, he is not sure of his faith in these Helovian deities. While the lavender goddess is undeniably (dangerously) beautiful, Rohan has not missed the electric, volatile storm that pervades her aura—as though her words are sugar-coated poison and velvet venom. He has no doubt that anyone who dares to dance with her, must be wary of their steps, lest she lead them into misfortune (although the ride down might just be worth it, am I right?).

All the same—the Warlander does not mean to ponder on his faith this evening.

His thoughts are consumed by other things—or rather, one simple thing that, of late, has dominated his every waking moment. The weights of humiliation and failure continue to burden his broad shoulders, shackled to his ankles like prison chains (sins he must suffer for eternity). Rohan fears that it will never end. Only an impression of determination eases him now: a restless drive that sparks his muscles into action, movement that will—just perhaps—release some of the burdens of his errors.

With hoof beats muted by the autumn grass, the antlered stallion weaves through large trunks, his path guided by the moon’s mists. While he has never been to the Mists of the Seer, the Warlander has heard of its great works, and of the indigo stallion who currently guides their numerous abilities. Hoping that he has at least come within the general area of his intended destination, Rohan slows from his energetic trot, long tail swaying around his hips as he casts his eyes around.

“Alune?” He calls gruffly, the depth of his voice broadening through the thin, shadowed underbrush.


“Speech.”

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