Twinkle Toes

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[PRIVATE] Twinkle Toes

Erebos Posts: 474

Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE

Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather

05-13-2017, 04:22 PM

Take just what I came for

He’d been born to the wind, to the glaciers, to the summits, to the valleys, and when the chill pressed into the air it only fueled his bones, his limbs, and his muscles into action. The prince was an otherworldly menace on the fringes of the shadows, the twist of moonlight, the warm, infernal reaches of the sun, poised to take flight without wings, crossing over boundaries and flickering past the stars, a notion, a motion, a capricious edge of savagery and might. He asked his frame for more and it responded in kind, honed, coiled, springs of elastic movement fueled his frame, and he was a blistering figure dashing across the valley, strides reaching forward, forward, and forward, embracing the cold, the splendor, the decadence of one more rapacious day. When this wasn’t enough, he lingered along the borders, beneath the decaying Sentinels, wished them the same hellos and hallelujahs since his father had passed, then traced the outer walls, sketched the icy foundations, before lingering back into their own mountainous threshold. Orsino and Enyo watched the entire production from their spot on the lake’s embankment, the first yawning, stretching out across stones, and the other witnessing and spying intently, feline eyes casting a lingering look on their bonded.

An outline stuck against the horizon nearby, and the prince followed the unfamiliar shadow (a threat? An omen?) until it became less hazy, more apparent, a stranger from the midst (some companion tucked into tassels and mane). While the warrior’s appearance might have pulsed and pervaded a resolute, persevering nature; all fortitude and strength, honed deep into his marrow because some days, some hours, some moments he had nothing else to cling to, this newcomer’s was like a mask. Erebos appreciated the ivory pretenses and sentiments, for he knew what it was like to forge a masquerade, a lie, a specious instance – and pondered over the notion of kindred spirits, brethren marching to the same tune. “Hello!” He gestured and bellowed from yards away, amiable and friendly, Enyo making her way over, Orsino hissing and sneering in his sleep, emboldened by the reality of one more patriot he didn’t know. When he grew closer, he bobbed his head in greeting, a faithful art of respect his mother had instilled within him, before venturing into more exuberant words and charismatic introductions, easygoing, simplistic convictions sprung from a curious mind. “I’m Erebos. Who are you?”

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Twinkle Toes - by Ezital - 05-11-2017, 06:22 PM

RE: Twinkle Toes - by Erebos - 05-13-2017, 04:22 PM

RE: Twinkle Toes - by Ezital - 05-15-2017, 09:36 PM

RE: Twinkle Toes - by Erebos - 05-27-2017, 05:42 PM

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