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05-23-2013, 07:49 PM
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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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| His hooves beat an emotionless path through the grasses. He has hardly noticed that the woods have given way to meadows, though Zarina chirps a worried warning. Though she cannot say it in so many words, the images she passes through the bod seem to say, "We're too exposed, they're going to find you, don't you know where you are?!" He shakes his head absently, muttering feverishly under his breath. The sudden movement almost dislodges her from her nest and she chitters angrily, grasping at tendrils of mane. His quiet words seem to shift for a moment - is that an apology? - and then return to their rapid rhythm. Zarina huffs, but cannot stay angry with him, not when he is clearly so distraught. Instead, she clambers easily along his nape, holds herself in place with her hind legs, and picks up a few strands of mane to stroke softly. A vague sense of relief flows briefly through the bond, and she feels the faintest satisfaction. It is a good thing that she has come to know him so well, though perhaps she wishes it had been under different circumstances. Would it have been different, if they had not been through so much so soon? They will never know. His appearance had once been a matter of pride, and would be again, if he found her. Then he would again swell with self-confidence, hold his head high, and prance to and fro for everyone to see. He would be different, that much is certain, for she has irrevocably changed him. But he would be happy. For now, though, he is stuck in a rut, treading the same path day in and day out, stopping only because of Zarina's persistance. He had travelled for far too long, making his way throughout the lands of Helovia, avoiding this last because he knew she wouldn't be here, of all places. And yet she had been nowhere else, and so here he is. If the circumstances were different, he would recognize the steed that calls out to him. He would notice him long before he arrived at the deposed prince's side, would place him in his memory. Gods, it seemed so long ago that he had frolicked carefree in the forest, flirting outrageously with that gorgeous pegasus. She had been beautiful, and she had known how to play the game, and she had challenged him, an intoxicating combination for the steed to behold. But if he sees her now, he will not give her more than a passing glance, for she cannot bear a candle next to her. The voice, then, is what catches his attention. His anxious mutterings halt abruptly as he looks up, barely bothering to lift his head. Recognition briefly colors his violet orbs, but it is replaced quickly with that ever-present anxiety. Zarina has scurried to his poll in order to view the stranger; she feels the flash of recognition, but without emotion, she cannot tell if he is friend or foe. Worry stabs through her again and she chatters anxiously. He seems friendly, the way he talks, although perhaps a bit wary, though she doesn't blame him, not with the way her bonded is acting. When he notices the wing and expresses his concern, she sighs with relief. Perhaps now her bonded will stop acting like an idiot. Of course, it couldn't possibly be that easy, and she listens with dismay as her bonded raises his head to look this 'Apollo' in the eyes. "No," he says simply. He is not disrespectful, nor does his tone give any indication of contempt. He would stop there, but Zarina's anger flowing through the bond forces a few more words out. "I can't." Then, worry and anxiety flood his features. He leans forward earnestly. "Where is she, do you know?" he asks, his voice thick with pain and concern. "Where is she?" His hooves shuffle aimlessly in the dirt, as though searching for a direction and finding none. "Where is Resplendence?" |
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