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03-27-2013, 01:55 PM
This coincides with him being out on the Steppe going for Angora, so.. figured he could join in on the fun! xD
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 THE PLAGUE
Mauja
Cool snow crunched underhoof, and the moon cast the world in silver light.
A shadow, a snow-wraith, moved with silent ease across the Steppe's frosty cover, his outline shimmering faintly. Ethereal, but mortal; white smoke rose from his dark muzzle with each breath, but otherwise, the alabaster creature gave away few signs of life. Frosted hooves met cold ground as he jogged along across the face of earth, nothing but a stray grain of sand in life's timeglass, a breeze upon their lifetime lasting a ripple that would, eventually, fade out. The world of today might know of Mauja, but would the world tomorrow remember him? Perhaps, perhaps not. It depended on how deep his hoof print would sink into the face of history, and on how deeply the blood ink sank into the pages. He thought he was alone, but he was not. Moonlight glinted upon the shape of another, her body a cool gray in the darkness, though her mane and tail were considerably darker. The closer he came, the more he saw; the shift of color upon her slender legs, the dip of her nose, the rise of a straight horn upon her brow. For a moment, Mauja was torn between the need to fetch Angora, and the opportunity of recruiting; finally, he decided that she was in his path, and curiosity won out over duty. A deep nicker left him, a greeting, a warning, and slightly his path altered, his elegant stride carrying him across the snow. "Greetings," he called when closer, his heart a drum in his chest, a countdown to chaos, mayhem; he was on a mission, but one without a definite timer.. a little detour, if he made it brief, was surely no danger, no issue? And so, the wraith drew to a halt, his enigmatic eyes glittering like the moonlight upon frost. BANE  |
