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A presence was felt—almost before forelock met cool stone. Weary, half cracked gaze opened to behold the one person his whole faith and fortitude relied upon. Calm fell over him and worry was washed clean from tired soul like a refreshing bath, a sigh formed—not of grievance or exhaustion; a sigh of pure reverence and gratitude. Could his lord feel the nearly painful love he held for the divine being? Love that had been fashioned by a steadfast dam, and carried on through a son of his own. Midas met the great one with a responding smile, needing no words to fill the moment between them. Ebony head bowed a fraction until his lord began to speak, "You have lasted thus far with the weight of your armor, I see,” shoulder flexed automatically, testing the weight of his burden, "I assume that you are here to have the weight removed.” A rhetorical question, his lord knew the answer; and everything else about wandering souls such as his. Still, the throat general responded softly as he dared, “Yes ma ’lord,” gaze trailed up to stare upon the masterwork physique. A soft movement trailed under his collar, warming skin and fur alike. Alive, the liquid shimmered beneath his scales of silver. Wherever water flowed weight followed and fled. A short gasp emerged as neck rose without strain, muscles seemed to sigh out a relieving moan of their own. Tempered winter flesh wasn’t used to such freedom. A beam emerged, momentarily intrigued and caught up in amazing unearthly power. Again his lord spoke, velvet perked to listen curiously. Head automatically bent experimentally, however muzzle remained far from said, ‘button.’ Wordless for a moment, he listened to all else with a more serious expression filtering forward, “Use the armor wisely, Midas.” Solemnly the lad uttered, “I will always try to be worthy of the honor to wear this creation.” He, like all creatures tried. Stumbling was to be expected, and Midas would stumble; just as all did. But he would try to keep any faltering to a minimum. Summoning courage to ask a curious question while his lords ear was still tuned in, “Lord,” brow furrowed, “A black sun rose above our land…..is there anything I can do to help or prepare for what is to come?” Perhaps it meant nothing…… |
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