who can you trust when everything you touch turns to gold Posted on July 20, 2025 at 03:16:29 AM by Mhidas
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A stray wind blew through the hollow bowl of the dune Mhidas stood within. It voiced ghosted around the young champagne. Almost mischievously the impish air toyed with the boy-- whistling through the space between his ears and toying with the bronze strands of Mhidas' hair. The young stallion twisted the white mask of his face toward the sound of shifting sand and the close call off a stallion. Nervously, his tail lashed out. He twisted to face the deep-voiced speaker head-on, blind to potential danger by his swollen eyelids.
The throaty sound of a whicker surprised the short, arabesque male. Burnished gold ears twisted toward the sound. Mhidas couldn't quite place who it was that had been drawn by his call, not until they spoke. His mouth went dry at the sound of a voice he had come to know, one that he had feared in the past: that of the stallion Lucifer. The son of Helios had grown up fearing the black as a boy captive in the Lagoon with his mother. Then when the time came for his own captivity, Mhidas had feared the worst.
Pale nostrils, lightly pinkened by sunburn, flared. The overo's heart pounded faster as a feeling rushed through his veins. Like fear... but anticipatory? Mhidas closed his mouth, wetting the dry surfaces of his palate. His tail swished to the left, brushing strands across the stallion's hocks. He hadn't mean to, but the paint reached out slightly with his maw as if seeking something before withdrawing again. Mhidas spoke falteringly, making his statement sound rather like a question. "L-ucifer." Doubt fluttered in his chest. Did he trust Lucifer to help him? Or was he in a heap of trouble now?