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11-19-2016, 11:02 AM
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tarik
What doesn't kill me better run. Sohalia wasn't entirely incorrect. Of course Tarik (and likely both Ralik and Huldra's) eyes were upon the receding backside of the pale mare. But more often than not, Tarik kept looking to either side of them, trying to memorize the path that they had taken lest he require its use again. That, and he was not one to just blindly follow. He and his brother had been the captains of their own lives for longer than the combined lifespan of all those around them. He had never been a follower (or at least if he had, he couldn't recall those days any longer), and simply being brought anywhere went against the grain of all his long years of life. Still, he was smart enough (and lazy enough) to accept this situation without much grumbling. Still, he would note things in a low voice to Ralik as they traveled, making notes or offering comments on their surroundings. As they reached the ocean, Tarik could feel something inside of himself sag and sigh with relief. "You beauty." He whispered more to himself than anyone else, as his eyes fell to the tumultuous waters that surrounded the Dragon's Throat. He cared little for the island - he had eyes now only for the sea. Even Sohalia's presence couldn't distract him from his love affair with the water. Striding forward, ignoring the actions of The Transcended, Tarik only halted once both of his front hooves were embedded in the sands, being lapped at by the waves. The dreadlocked man saw fire from out of his peripheral vision, and with a start, he looked sharply to his left. Orange dappled his blue stare as he looked at the bridge, then to Sohalia as she seemingly tried to encourage them to cross. "I don't think so-" He began, returning his eyes to the water and appearing to concentrate very hard. But nothing happened. With another start, he looked back to Huldra and Ralik. Once upon a time, they had been able to change themselves into all manner of aquatic life. It was what made journeying on the sea so easy, and was one of the primary reasons they hadn't perished when their ship had broken apart on the rocks. But now that ability seemed to be gone. Not wanting to voice this outloud, he looked with an annoyed and confused stare towards his two long term traveling companions, before grunting. "Flaming bridge of mystery it is then." He concluded, sounding quite chipper. Though he detested fire, it wasn't as though the bridge could kill him. Then again, if he had lost one set of abilities, who was to say he hadn't lost them all? Swallowing that thought, he moved towards the bridge. Instead of moving across it as he thought he might, two heatless wings of fire appeared on either side of his shoulders, carrying him across. |
