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Slender ears twitched slightly, placed alertly forward at his poll as he listened to the light colored mare. He'd heard her quiet words but he said nothing regarding them. Ixie had never been the sort to be in any way rude to anyone that didn't deserve it but he simply didn't feel comfortable talking about the incident that was still so fresh in his mind. Nor did he wish to plague this mare with his problems, surely she had enough of her own to deal with. He felt as if the loss of his sister had been partly his fault. He'd known how explosive the liver chestnut filly had been, he knew of her violent mood swings and blatant aggression. It seemed though that no matter the wrongs she'd done, especially the ones towards himself, he couldn't bring himself to hate her. He'd loved her - maybe because he felt he had to love his flesh and blood sister - but he loved her none the less.
Distracted by his wandering thoughts the sudden sound of her amusement at his question jolted him back to reality. His head raised slightly in the faintest indication he may have been startled, his eyes wide for just a moment before he awkwardly shifted his weight and forced the corners of his muzzle up in an awkward but trying smile. The colt listened with interest as she explained the territory where she lived. She spoke of pegasi, he guessed that's what he was by the way she said it. His head tilted slightly, in the land where he'd been born there'd not been a specific name for those gifted with wings. They lived among all the other horses and were just that, horses. His dam had never possessed wings though he doubted she'd ever have used them if she had. The bay mare had always been finicky about heights. He didn't want to ask any questions about 'pegasi' specifically, not wishing to sound ignorant about his own species.
Anixiel had settled considerably even in the short time of conversing with Rasta, simple socialization and contact with another equine was calming to him. His entire life he'd been around others, his family at least, and now in this new place he'd been wandering alone for some time now. Interaction was certainly refreshing and reassuring to boot. The things Rasta spoke of were so unfamiliar to the foreign stallion, it was simply unheard of for the sun to not come up. He'd never been one to claim he knew all that much about how all those sort of things worked but he was fairly sure the sun was supposed to come up. His bi colored lips pursed as various questions bubbled in his throat and ran rampant in his mind. He had so many things to ask her but she hadn't even finished speaking and so he held back, nodding slightly with slightly more eagerness than necessary. When she spoke of gods though it really ignited his curiosity.
Unlike so many of the other things that were foreign and strange to the buckskin, gods were not unfamiliar to him. In his homeland he'd met a few of them, his own sire was one though he was sure that had no standing here. His immortal sire had been the Deity of 'earth', rock and plant life in his homeland. He'd always thought that was something special, that surely he had been created for a divine purpose. To be great, to be a hero, to be whatever anyone needed and to help anyone in need. It was all he thought about as a foal, that he needed to grow up and be strong so he could protect anyone that needed it, so he could be remembered and revered, adored through the lands. Such an ignorant ideal! It was only now that Ixie realized just how stupid and arrogant that sounded, how impossible as well. How could he ever accomplish anything? His sire had been so mystical and mighty in his eyes, but the more he thought about it as he aged his cremello father had been nothing but a child trapped in a too powerful body for his own good. It was probably for the best that Ixie would never be all knowing, if he'd known of the fate of his sire's past mate and child he'd never have been able to rest easy. Nor if he knew of the fate of those that stood in the wiry cremello's way. There was blood on his father's hands, so to speak. It was true, Ixie knew that he'd known and done nothing to stop his mother from killing his sister, for all he cared he might as well have taken part himself. That wasn't the only murder his father had taken part in though, the others he had committed himself.
The young pegasus stallion would never be great, he'd never be loved and he'd not even been able to protect his own sister from the fate that had awaited her. He was useless, not worth being on this wretched earth. He bit his tongue to hold back all the words that threatened to spill out. He used to be ever so proud of his heritage but he knew now that he'd never speak of it again. It had no standing here, even if it did it would serve him no purpose. He so desperately wanted to start anew, to pretend that his childhood - despite the good memories - had never happened. And in this new place he very well could, and that's exactly what he intended to do. No one to know him, to know where he came from or anything about him. Freedom is what it was, pure and unbridled freedom. Nothing to hold him back anymore. A shallow and ever so slightly despaired sigh escaped him. "I see." He said simply in response, not questioning a thing about gods or eternal darkness. All those curious inquiries that he'd held back earlier had vanished now, leaving him to wallow simply in his own self loathing.
He remained silent for a few seconds while he contemplated her offer of a home. A home was something he longed for, a place to fit in, a place to have friends and company and maybe a purpose. Maybe that was all he needed to get his head screwed back on right, to forget about past happenings and to get a move on with his life. If nothing else at least it would mean not standing around in this terrifyingly dense forest alone, waiting for whatever dismal fate awaited him. "That sounds lovely, I could use a home right now." His head had turned slowly away as he peered off into the dark forest in the direction she'd come from, presumably toward the place Rasta had invited him to. When she spoke again his left ear swung slowly to catch her words, a slight frown creasing his maw. He hesitated for a moment, giving his black and white tail a lazy swing. The coarse tips brushed his brindled flanks and lightly ruffled his dark wing feathers. "I guess my only question is which way do we go? I apologize if it's a bother at all, this forest makes me a bit uneasy. I'd love a chance to stretch my wings." He said, turning slightly in a slow and deliberate arc, stretching his spine and neck with a sigh before re situating his wings at his side once more. Flying was one of the few things Ixie still got to enjoy, the sheer freedom that it gave him to not be tied down to the earth, to simply be able to soar as high and as far as he physically could. Honestly it was getting to be a bit uncomfortable to have his large wings tucked so closely to his side nearly constantly for the last few days. The close knit trees offered little room for him to even stretch them out to his full wingspan.
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