Broken Dreams ;
( check my vital signs )
His charcoal ears pricked up once he heard the creaking hinges of a door being swung open, and a smile tugged upwards at the corners of his mouth, a small smile beginning to break his stolid mask. He had a soft spot inside his fiery and icy heart. The gem on his chest pulsed with a life of its own, flickering and scattering the red light across the Oracle’s fence.
Peering over the fence- an easy feat for a stallion of his height- and noticed Delphiniums beautiful garden, full of life and different, wonderful things. His orbs did not miss the highly unique and unusual silver roses, and wondered who had left them, or if the Oracle had created them herself. But she did not strike him as the type of creature to lavish herself with ‘frilly’ things. She was a simple need vs. want being, and while the flowers were stunning and to him embodied who this woman is, he did not think that she herself had sowed them.
Broken didn’t miss much, and he certainly did not miss the glimmer of happiness and thankfulness in her amethyst eyes and on her face. It pleased him to see that his fiery ribbon had caused such a reaction.
Breaking off the flow of his thoughts, he turned his mind fully onto what Delphinium was saying to him.
Nodding his dial, he replied, “Yes, time has flown by rather quickly, even for me, who barely notices its passing… However, with the weather being as it has been, it was difficult not to notice it ticking by.” He was referring to Courant’s raging rain that had drowned so many of Hoof Prince’s inhabitants. He still did not know why she had done this, and what disturbed him even further, was the lack of action from the other gods to stop her. Are all the gods furious with us? What have we done? he pondered to himself. It frustrated him and simultaneously worried him, because winter was coming and he sure as hell did not want to freeze solid. He was going to have to move his small herd- which consisted of his co-leader Akasha and his friend Anaxandra- to the Silver Lakes to prevent being stuck in the bowl of Distant Peaks as it was. It bothered him to his core.
Following the flow of his friend’s words and seeing the worry lines crease her placid face, he himself began to worry more. Seeing the Oracle worried struck a deep chord within him, and it resonated throughout his barrel and soul. The words that followed after her initial facial expression did little to help: I have a request to make of you, that is if you wish to take it up...
He did not hesitate, but he did allow a silence to ring about them, and let the words sink in. Not that he needed extra time to think up an answer, but just to let the impact of her words fill the space between them.
Dipping his dial ever so slightly and keeping eye contact with those mysterious plum orbs, he said“Of course, Delphinium; you need but say what the word is, and I will do it.” He hoped she knew that it was not the norm for him to simply accept a request/command from someone like a dog does for its master. Broken also knew that with the Oracle he did have a choice to accept or reject, but a rejection would be simply out of the question. If this powerful being whom he knew better than his own god asked him to do something, he would do it.
( to know that I’m still alive and I walk alone )
-create large fireballs & ribbons with quite a bit of heat; control medium sized firewall & small firestorms-
{ 5yrs} *Captive of Freya* { Swedish Warmblood } { 16.3 HANDS } { Charcoal Gray and Black } { Alpha Stallion of Distant Peaks } {Army Status Pending for Silver Lakes} { Judith } { Fire lvl IV }
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