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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

A Mystic’s Myth or Fable… (Mariael)

Ailill
Cream Gold Champagne Sabino : Lord of Paradise : LydenXTaytim

This was his home away from home. Whether he wanted the quiet whispers of the creaks or the thundering voice of the falls he could always find exactly what he needed in this peaceful realm. Though his distance from his home unnerved him, he found value in the occasional distance from the territory that ‘tied’ him down. It was here he was allowed to be at peace. He took the moments to retreat into himself and think about the world and life around him.

The fantasy world he had shared with his sister will stirred within him. His dreams sored with the desire to share this magic and wonder with those around him. To walk the trails with souls such as Rowena and dance and play with the magic and laughter he found in Shararat. He wanted to bring others back to the world of wonder, to laugh with the water at his feet, and chase the stars as they flew across the sky. Bring the world, or at least paradise, back into the innocence he, at least, missed from his childhood.

But the world seemed to wish to take away the sweet kindness he was raised with. He fought for others’ right to live how they wished to live, and he failed. He had found a woman he wished share the paths of paradise with, and had lost her. Worst, he had scared and challenges an innocent family by breaking into their home and foolishly stealing them away.

The stallion’s golden head dipped to the shallow water of a creak he had been resting beside. His clear blue eyes looked back up at him with a distortion he found interesting. The reflection was him, but changed in a way he could not recognize. His eyes narrowed at the sight and head tilted to the side in interest. This was not who he was, nor who he wanted to be. What he had become was not the stallion his mother and sister had raised him to be. This was wrong. With a snort and a stomp of his pale hooves he tossed his head into the air, platinum mane flying from his eyes. This would end now. The truth of him would return to his being. The child of magic and earth would walk it once again and bring the power back to his home.

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