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Post by Mallory on Jul 1, 2013 20:34:10 GMT -5
Mako "Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven." [/color][/b][/i][/size] The season had proved to be a tumultuous one; the weather just as constantly changing and hard to pinpoint as Mako could remember from his previous life. He preferred to call his earlier “years” that – a pervious life, for that was what it was to him. He had made several mistakes that he had to atone for, and had been given the chance to do so with this “new” life. While he did not understand why he had fallen into a tree hibernation to begin with, or the mechanics behind how his life remained in stasis, or even how and why he had been reawaken, Mako was still grateful for a second chance. He was not sure where this second life would lead him, but for now, he was more than content to travel throughout Aeon and prove wisdom to those who sought it. It was the least he could do by passing down knowledge that had been lost with time, as well as the knowledge he garnered on his travels. Surely someone would find his knowledge useful.
Mako wasn’t entirely sure what brought him to the steppe, but he couldn’t complain about the current predicament. The weather was currently calm, for the time being, and the temperature fair enough to be warm, yet still comfortable. There was a slight bite to the wind when it snapped by, but the gusts were few and far between, thankfully. For now it was pleasant. Mako silently thanked the Gods for such clear, lovely weather, despite the season. Mako was always thankful the small things in life, more so now than he had been in his past life centuries ago. Even though he knew, deep down, the nice weather would not last the entire day; he did not let it dampen his good mood. With a slight smile, the painted stallion carried about his travels through the steppe, humming airily to himself. The steppe was a large expanse of open land, but Mako did not need to glance around to detect the wildlife around him. Ever since his magic had awakened centuries ago, he was always acutely aware of living things nearby him. So far, nothing had the element of surprise on Mako.
The winged stallion paused in his travels, allowing his bright blue eyes, which were nearly the same shade as the currently clear sky, to look up to the distant peaks of the Summit. There was a brief moment of curiosity as the stallion regarded the distant peaks, pondering on what exactly hid within the mist. After a few brief moments, Mako shrugged the though off in dismissal, turning his gaze back to the steppe around him. There was something lurking about, that much he was certain about. He could sense it. The real question was whether or not it was going to eventually emerge and make itself known to him, or creep away before he could discover it.
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coraline
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Post by coraline on Jul 9, 2013 21:59:09 GMT -5
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Mortagh
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[/b][/u] ~I have to break free, before everything breaks me.~ My WordsMy ThoughtsMy actions Pillar like limbs carry the beast over the many rolling hills of the steppe. The lush grass swayed gently into the beast's feathered feet. Today was quite the perfect day. The wind was just cool enough to keep the equine from becoming too hot, the sun beat down in beautiful brilliance, the birds from the few trees that grew sang a sweet melody. Mortagh's multicolored eyes slowly find themselves being closed, long wings stretching out so that the breeze could pass between his feathers, head tilted up to catch the sun. A content sigh escaped his lips, along with a relaxing roll of his shoulders, one back hoof cocking slightly. How wonderful it was to be free. To be able to feel the sun pouring down on him, to feel the calming breeze. Back in his old life as a slave the boy would never have been able to experiance such things. He was kept in the dark for most of his life, never allowed the kiss of the wind. With his captives he would have to endure torture and cruel words. But not anymore. Now Mortagh was a free equine. He would never again be brought under the rule of someone else. Never again be treated in such a wretched manner. And he would fight for the rights of others. He would fight to free those who lived as he used to. Fight and extract his venganve on those who thought they could treat others in that awful manner. Now is not the time for such thoughts. Head nods gently as he thought this. The weather was far too beautiful to be darkened by the thoughts of his past. The past was behind him now, no need to be caught up on it. Orbs open up once more, tilting down so that they would not catch as much sun. As the boy did this he caught something from the corner of his eye. There was another creature out in the steppe. A huff escaped the beast at this. Of cousre someone just had to ruin the beauty of such a day. Massive cranium tosses wildly on his neck as the boy turns his body to look at whoever this beast was. The equine that came to Mortagh's glance was quite the sight. He was almost as tall as Mortagh, something that did not happen much. His coat was a clean brown with splatters of white across his form. Across his shoulders hung wings and on his forehead sprouted a horn. Mortagh couldn't help but notice just how similar this beast seemed to be to himself. But of course he could never be as grand as Mortagh was. None could reach the grand level that the stallion had. Brows slightly raise at the beast in front of him. Mortagh pondered over whether or not he should go up and speak to the other stallion. Surely he had noticed him by now. So it would be rude not to at least go up and say hello. The beast gives a low huff, eyes rolling as he makes the trek towards the equine. Wings gently fold closer to his sides, hugging his barrel, so that it was easier for him to walk. Head pridefully tucked closer to his neck as the boy made his trek. The blue markings that dotted along the boy's coat seemed to shine under the brilliant sun. Head tosses gently, moving his forelock from his multicolored eyes, a deep smirk running up his lips. Once the beast reached a few feet from the other equine he stopped, a welcoming and deep nicker coming from him. Might as well let him know we mean no harm. Ears swivel this way and that before finally settling for stopping in the direction of the stallion. "Ello der mista." Head bobs slightly with each word, his tone seeming somewhat cold and far off. ~There's got to be another way to start again, and erase this pain.~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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