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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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He had been traveling for a long time. For the most part, his brother had accompanied him, but every now and then, they would go their separate ways, Quilyan to seduce some wench and Erigor to... wherever Erigor kept himself. But they always found one another, as they agreed upon a general direction, and a few days, a week later, they would reunite and continue on their merry way. They had separated three days prior. Today, Quilyan entered the land of Helovia through wide, open fields, dotted here and there with trees of some unknown kind - he didn't know or particularly care about their species or genus or whatever it was called - and streaked with the cool blue of streams, running here and there and everywhere. It was a peaceful setting, serene. It was boring.
A sigh huffed from his nostrils, coloring the chilly air in front of his nose white with moisture. It wasn't freezing anymore, as it was almost Birdsong; but it was still cold, this early in the morning. But it was a bearable cold, not the frigid hell that had covered the mountains that he had descended yesterday. It was almost pleasant, in fact. The sun was shining, the grass was - well, would be green, come Birdsong, and the creeks were beautiful. All he needed was a few good mares to flirt with and perhaps a bit of company, and he would be content.
All of this he had in abundance back home. Ah, how he missed the palace of Th'orqui. They had never been lacking in luxury there, and now here he was, a nobody in a new land, alone. He missed his friends, his mares, and most of all, his family. Of his 6 siblings, he knew of only Erigor that had escaped alive, and he hadn't a clue where his parents were, either. They had never been particularly close, it was true, but he had been in line for the throne, and he was furious that he would not have his chance to rule. Under his reign, the realm would not have fallen...
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Erigor
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The muddy grounds of the Thistle Meadow only seemed to agitate the great stallion further as he continued his travels. While the arrival of birdsong was typically a time he looked forward to, this year had caused him massive amounts of grief. His friends, his servants, his family... All had vanished, as if they were nothing but the fresh morning dew on a blade of grass. They had evaporated into thin air, it seemed. It was a simple thing, really, but one that Erigor could not- and would not- forget.
One speck of hope remained, though, and he had wedged it so deeply within his heart that he would never let it go; his brother, Quilyan. Erigor had been away from him for what seemed like a very long time, and was looking forward to being reunited. Erigor hadn't accomplished much during his period of independence, but he knew that he would have another chance eventually.
Being apart from Quilyan was nothing new to Erigor. In fact, it was a pattern that he was very used to. The two brothers' paths would cross, linger together, and then separate yet again. It had been like that since their home had fallen, and it was unlikely to change any time soon. They had never been very close, but Erigor had no one else to turn to. Deep down, the stallion was afraid. Being alone- forever- secretly worried him. These short phases of loneliness could only offer him a taste of the life he truly feared. A quick shiver ran down his spine, and Erigor continued to march through the muddy land.
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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He wondered what new things he would come across in this land. Of course, they had traveled across several, and in each, there had been different rituals and customs, none of which were up to the prince's standards. He had once been royalty, and privy to all sorts of ceremonies that would put theirs to shame. It was almost embarrassing for them, a fact that he had been very quick to point out to his brother. At least, he pointed it out once they had started on their way. Erigor was the more proper of the pair; or perhaps simply the more politically correct. As such, he had been very specific in instructing Quilyan to be polite to their hosts. They hadn't a kingdom to help them anymore, the younger brother had pointed out. They couldn't be rash anymore.
Thinking of his brother seemed a sign for him to appear; from the copse somewhere behind him emerged the chestnut tobiano, his wings folded neatly in a match to his older brother's. It was odd, how similar they were, in comparison to the varying shades of their siblings. But then, they had also gotten along the best of the children, when they were together. Quilyan was quite fond of his younger brother, despite the lack of bonding as younglings. When he saw the other steed, his lobes pricked forward and he trotted towards his brother with a loud whinny to announce his approach.
"Erigor!" he exclaimed as he arrived alongside Erigor, bumping his muzzle on the stallion's shoulder in greeting. "How've you been, brother?" He was please to be reunited with his more intelligent brother, especially as they approached a new land. What would he do if he encountered a herd? He would likely run his mouth and end up banished, or battered, or perhaps even killed, depending on the herd. Sure, he was quick-witted enough with the mares, but with politics? Oh no, that was not his forte. So it was a blessing to have his brother alongside him again - surely the younger stag would keep him out of trouble.
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Erigor
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His thoughts were disturbed by a loud whinny, and suddenly there he was: The great stallion was at his side in an instant, it seemed, bumping his muzzle against Erigor's shoulder and greeting him. "How've you been, brother?" he asked.
Quilyan. A smile lit Erigor's face; he moved his head to the side and returned the friendly shoulder bump. But one question remained: How had he been? Nothing had really happened to him in the span of loneliness he'd experienced. In fact, Erigor had nothing at all to report. This was his first communication with another intelligent (to some extent) creature in a long while.
Erigor tossed his head, throwing his mane all to one side. "Fine enough," he chortled finally. "But what of you? Any interesting tale to tell?" Of course Quilyan would have some sort of story, no matter how small- he always did. Erigor's older brother could be a trouble-maker at times, and it wouldn't surprise Erigor if his recent doings involved a mare... or mares.
The chestnut tobiano took a few steps away from his brother, giving himself enough room to stretch his wings. Afterwards, he folded them neatly at his sides again and returned to Quilyan's side. Now that they were together, what would they do? With a sidelong glance at Quilyan, Erigor mentally crossed out the option of a herd. Quilyan would cause nothing but trouble for sure, and Erigor did not want to make every mare in an entire herd suffer. Then again, he reasoned, perhaps there would be a fiery female. That would be entertaining. He snorted in amusement at his own thoughts, shaking his head ever so slightly. But, honestly, what other option did they have? Erigor shot his brother another glance. On the other hand, what was wrong with how they lived now? For all he cared, the two could continue living the life of rogues.
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01-01-2013, 10:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2013, 10:04 PM by Quilyan.)
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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The returning bump to the shoulder was well-met, as were the words of his brother. "Nothing outside the usual," he offered with a mischievous grin. Erigor would know what he meant: he had bedded down in several herds, just passing through. In each, he had found a mare (or, in some cases, mares) that caught his attention, a bauble in a shop window as he strolled by. He flirted incessantly, or course, as was his nature, and had he thought of it, he would have hoped he didn't break any hearts in the process. As it were, he did not often spend time reminiscing on his role as a womanizer, and so he did not worry for the feelings of those with whom he played his little games. He was not an unkind stallion, but he was, perhaps, a bit self-absorbed.
"There was a herd I came across, a few days hence," he remembered suddenly. "They were... what's the word... matriarchal. Their leader was a mare." He snorted his derision. "It's quite odd, don't you think? I've never heard the like. A mare, a ruler? Bah." Presumptuous, perhaps, but then, that was his nature. He loved females, in their place. He would not do well to be ruled by one. That was not their way, not their custom. The stallions ran the world; the mares raised the family. At times, they could rule together (rarely, but it had happened, in the legends), but never would the female simply take control. It was unheard of. "She wouldn't even let me flirt with the girls," he continued ruefully.
Such a simple-minded fool.
"Where do you think we are, brother?"
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