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Posted on June 29, 2010 at 03:23:52 AM by Zion
 Rain pattered against the earth, against the waves, adding a musical quality to the southern kingdom, like the thrum of the world's very life force had come to visit. The earth sung out as it absorbed the much needed water, finally recuperating from the long hot summer, he didn't need Brighton's emerald to tell that much. Evening was falling like a velvet curtain, crashing quietly on the horizon, the salt-thick air cooling with the coming night, heavy and lethargic like a valium high. The beauty of the sunset was lost on the stallion quietly picking his way over the sand though, all the phoenix bright colors painting the sky and the final glimmer of sunlight as it dipped below the far off skyline. It wasn't due to lack of emotion, lack of care. The boy would just simply never know the beauty of the world or her counterpart grotesque, gems weren't meant to see you know. Gems were what rested in his sockets though, glimmering brightly through the thick and tangled forelock, making the best of the fading light. The diamonds served a purpose however, allowing him to control the air currents that guided him through his pine heavy home, kept him safe despite his defect. Skull raised sharply, catching the sound of another close by, a few stray pieces of sodden mane pulling themselves away from his equally soaked neck. Paperthin nostrils flared, drinking in the scent of the unknown, hoping to determine friend or foe. He was really quite useless to the kingdom if one thought about it, the hopelessly blind son, neither the baby to be crooned over nor the eldest to play heir. He wasn't jealous of his siblings, far from it. Dresden, with all the ozone and spice leaking off his skin, was a fit heir in his rhinestone eyes, powerful and ambitious like their father, deserving of the crown. Zavier on the other hand, his scent filled with water and what could only be described as innocence, played the part of youngest (even if he wasn't by technicality) perfectly, his unwillingness to grow up preventing their mother from contracting a severe case of empty nest syndrome. Not to mention the fact that he was nearly defenseless should someone intending to do harm came waltzing over the land bridge that connected their string of islands to the main land. This wasn't to say he didn't bother trying, if that were the case he wouldn't be wandering the physical boundary of the southern kingdom, the sooty buckskin did the best he could with the hand he had been dealt, trying to make a royal flush out of a pair of twos. Who's there? Sightless eyes peered ahead as he called out, ink-tipped ears swiveling, attempting to locate the other body. Muscles along his spine tensed, always at least partially uncertain in a situation like this, never quite sure what to say to the interloper, not wanting to cause a fight where one was unneccessary. Ebon banner swished against his hocks as he waited for an answer, shifting the winds to carry scents to him, before turning them back, air currents reaching for the mare, attempting to use them as radar, trying to find exactly where she was standing. We are the reflection of imperfection We are the completion. |
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- We're the gods of the godless [Taline] - By Dresden June 27, 2010 at 07:49:09 PM
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