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[OPEN] Damaged Souls [Open!]
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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo
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It was not strange that he considered winter to be beautiful — the glitter of snow hit by sunlight, the flash of warmth from a pale sun.. there was even beauty in a horizon of gray, the line between heaven and earth blurred, and a sense of profound peace in snowfall, when the world was silent and asleep aside from the gentle whisper of snowflakes falling down. Born amidst glaciers and tall peaks, flat ice fields and soft, soft snow, he likely would've gone mad if he hadn't adored it. Summers had been short, the ground never thawing completely, but the days impossibly long as the sun never set, just as it never rose in deepest winter. His rugged coat kept him warm, even when the wind snatched at him, trying to steal his heat, but he simply stood in the light of the sun and soaked it up, maintaining equilibrium.

He wasn't sure why he was still up here, on the tall shelf above the Foothills. Maybe he was just as much a fool as he thought, still straining for a sight of red but catching nothing whenever he ventured to the side where he could peer down. Most often that not clouds blocked his view, and he'd given up on that slim hope — lingering instead because it was a beautiful place to be, the view out across mountains and clouds and oceans breathtaking. And, it was better than the slush of the south, the heat of the Heart. It reminded him of home, not only home-beyond-the-mountains, but the Basin, too, with its jagged ice-capped peaks and snowy forests.

His heart yearned for it, yet here he was, adrift in a place where he did not belong, on some secret quest of his own design.

Irma was thankful for it; it meant she could spend her days closer to him, and now she was returning after a successful hunt. The hare had already been devoured and the blood and gore cleaned from claws and beak, and pale dark-barred wings brought her near a white equine, her speech drifting into the owl's keen ears, processed by the soul shared with Mauja. Irma wheeled around, spiraling higher near the mare, watching her upturned gaze, hearing the silence of the skies — and Mauja, he sighed, half-amused. The mare's distress was not the source of it, for he was not yet heartless, but rather the fact she came here. Did everyone come here for answers, or solutions? Himself, so long ago.. Voodoo, just a few days ago.. and now this stranger.

Sighing a cloud of smoke towards the skies, he unlocked his knees and drifted from his spot, an angel walking on the snow towards her; he was graceful, frosted hooves stepping with ease on the thin carpet of snow, his long mane falling about his neck. An angel, but with a heart of darkness, frostbitten and black.

"Do we all come here for guidance?" His voice was a quiet rumble, the question detached by minutes from her own; his means of having heard it were made known when Irma alighted upon his withers, folding her wings and watching the mare with her impassive, cold eyes.

Mauja watched her too, but his eyes were kind and soft.


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Damaged Souls [Open!] - by Janus - 06-12-2013, 07:48 PM
RE: Damaged Souls [Open!] - by Mauja - 06-14-2013, 07:33 AM
RE: Damaged Souls [Open!] - by Janus - 06-14-2013, 07:35 PM

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