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11-03-2012, 09:38 PM
BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
It called him. Like a tick or virus snagging at his heartstrings. Morning had just come, and with it the strangest of whispers baring an empty set of wordless instructions. He firstly tried to ignore the crazy feelings and go about an average morning routine; soon the general realized that his efforts at distraction were in vain. Irritation bloomed when no reasonable explanation came forth in his mind.
After a few hours of this he grew tired of the annoying urges. Eventually, this led to him giving in with a begrudged sigh. Feathers unfurled, a streak of ivory and gold burst from earth into an early afternoon sky with one mighty thrust. Pectorals flexed his tense tendons; they pinched his chest angrily for not first being warmed up. The intricately decorated band around his collar no longer weighted movements—at least not the way it first had a few months ago. Midas had grown stronger with the passing of time, aided by constant exercise.
It wasn’t long before a familiar bay stud came into sight, along with two figures that he did not recognize. Circling above them the warrior debated on landing and almost flew away. His levels of patience were not high enough to deal with the rowdy stud he had driven from the throat this summer past. But just as he angled away, the pulling along his heartstrings intensified to the point of discomfort. Magic was at work here. Who was he to deny the will of the gods? Fine. Snorting irritably the golden male turned back and took to landing. After closing wings he started toward the trio at an almost sluggish pace.
Politely he nodded respectfully at the mother and child upon approach, “Good day,” Squarely he faced the other, locking eyes he added flatly, “I’m assuming there is a reason for my presence to be so forcefully demanded here?”
After a few hours of this he grew tired of the annoying urges. Eventually, this led to him giving in with a begrudged sigh. Feathers unfurled, a streak of ivory and gold burst from earth into an early afternoon sky with one mighty thrust. Pectorals flexed his tense tendons; they pinched his chest angrily for not first being warmed up. The intricately decorated band around his collar no longer weighted movements—at least not the way it first had a few months ago. Midas had grown stronger with the passing of time, aided by constant exercise.
It wasn’t long before a familiar bay stud came into sight, along with two figures that he did not recognize. Circling above them the warrior debated on landing and almost flew away. His levels of patience were not high enough to deal with the rowdy stud he had driven from the throat this summer past. But just as he angled away, the pulling along his heartstrings intensified to the point of discomfort. Magic was at work here. Who was he to deny the will of the gods? Fine. Snorting irritably the golden male turned back and took to landing. After closing wings he started toward the trio at an almost sluggish pace.
Politely he nodded respectfully at the mother and child upon approach, “Good day,” Squarely he faced the other, locking eyes he added flatly, “I’m assuming there is a reason for my presence to be so forcefully demanded here?”
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