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[PRIVATE] the night Begins [Belial]

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
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before the sun sets
GLORY
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They ached as they moved across the landscape. Two small dots dyed in white and gray, barely visible in the deepening night. It was three full days walk from the Throat and back to the Edge. The thought of the warmth of a campfire and rest was alluring and pleasant, but the dragon and her horse was determined not to stop until they had gotten home. It was only so far left to go, and to pause here on the open meadow would be pointless.

It had been an interesting trip. The Throat was a peculiar place, hot and dry and filled with hardy horses. Lace had enjoyed his time there, and would have loved to linger to continue the conversations he'd made. But this was no time to be making pleasure trips. The Qian needed him as a crafter, as a soldier, and he wanted to be there to support Mirage. He had to tell her about the peculiar way his abilities behaved, wanted to ask if it was just him or if this was something others too had noticed. Was it an illness, or did it have something to do with leaving the home he had confined himself in?

Too much time had passed as they hid away in the depths of the the forest, that much was for sure. Once powerful muscles had begun to fade, relaxation and relative peace has made them soft as they relied on the strength of others to keep them safe. They felt it now. Heavy legs burned and ached for each high step above the snow. The air felt sharp in the throat as the stallion breathed heavily, his muscles and joints ached and groaned as though he had caught a fever. Had it been the desert sun that heated him so, or was it something else, something much worse that burned his veins?

Was it just weakness, or had something begun to eat away at him from inside? A worried thought passed from the dragon as she soared above him, reminding him of the cuts and bites that had healed so rapidly before. Ah, that was right... Healing. If healing went bad, it would become... Poison? Instead of him controlling the trees, they had reached out to affect him and alter his path, and the newly lit fire in his blood felt like it wanted to cook him from the inside out.

Lace sighed and paused to catch his breath, lips running over the snow before his feet to moisten the drying lips. So hot. What a time to discover that another ability had blossomed within him. Lace didn't even know what this new sensation was or how it would manifest, and he weren't going to find out if it kept making him feel this way. Inky lips pulled back and with eyes half-lidded from tiredness the steed began to scrape at the snow with his teeth, thirsty but unable to get through the thick layer of ice on the river. The crystals melted almost instantly as they came upon his tongue and with a shivering pleasure he swallowed, feeling how it cooled his throat. More! He needed more, the urge to drink was slowly consuming his thoughts - he pushed away a nudge from his soulmate, ignoring her words for the simple pleasure of gulping down frigid ice and snow.

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