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Post by Sunfrost on Mar 8, 2024 17:23:33 GMT -7
Duramus felt ancient and old as he watched the sun rise over Mount Vigilum. It was another day on the Mount. He’d spent the night there, finding comfort on the mountain he’d called home for nearly four years. He was eighteen now, about to turn nineteen, which made him feel even older sometimes. And he felt…almost alone. Nati had left the Vigilum, disappearing one day. He’d felt it in his brand and known it to be true, and he didn’t know what to make of it. What would happen to them? It was just him and Cassian again, trying desperately to stitch together a realm that had no interest in being made whole and peaceful again. It preferred being in pieces. Frustration warred with calm acceptance within Duramus as he thought of it. Why couldn’t both sides just sit down and agree? What would it take to get them to stop fighting each other?
He wondered how Cassian was taking all of this. They’d had a long conversation after Casi had excused himself from the Vigilum and left, and they’d been fairly depressed even then. What about now? Was Cassian doing all right? Duramus didn’t know what he would do if he was the only Vigilum left standing. Would the order perish? He also hadn’t been able to find his son, Ruse, recently. The almost two year old colt had taken to extensive wandering as he’d grown older. He usually checked in at least once a week, especially during this time of war, yet Duramus had not seen him. Was it something he should worry about? Was there nothing right that he could do?
A heavy sigh emanated from the bay draft mix’s mouth. The weather was warming, at least. They’d be able to replenish the herb stores soon. Many horses had come and gone from the Mount during the war, seeking refuge and shelter. They knew the Vigilum could be relied upon to give them aid. Duramus intended to fulfill that duty until it was time for him to step down. He thought he had time yet. Ruse wasn’t ready; he was too honest, too quick to temper in the fires of his youth. He needed more life experience if he was going to counsel others. Duramus wouldn’t want to retire and leave his heir unprepared. It was too important that his legacy be continued. The Vigilum needed to continue to ensure stability in whatever way they could. With one member gone…Duramus huffed, frustrated with himself for swirling back into the depths of depression and contemplation. Nati was gone. He and Cassian just had to deal with it.
He turned his gray eyes back to the Mount, seeking Cassian, wondering if his long-time counterpart and friend was still here or gone. It would be nice to talk with him, to seek comfort and counsel together as they always did.
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Post by Pippin on Mar 30, 2024 18:08:16 GMT -7
Cassian As the sun painted the sky with hues of gold and pink, Cassian stood atop Mount Vigilum, his sturdy frame silhouetted against the dawn. The mountain, a steadfast symbol of resilience amidst chaos, echoed his sentiments solitude. He felt the weight of years, not just in his own life but in the burden of safeguarding their realm. They where failing as an order of peacekeepers. The war continued and Cassian felt that the three of them attempts to stop it had gone no where and done nothing. Then Nati's departure had left a void, a fracture in their unity that threatened to widen with each passing day. Yet, despite the despair that lingered like a shadow, Cassian remained resolute.For him, the call of duty transcended personal grief. The Vigilum's mission, to uphold peace and protect the realm, demanded unwavering dedication. Even as doubts gnawed at his resolve, Cassian drew strength from the knowledge that he was not alone. Duramus, with his steadfast loyalty, was a beacon of hope amidst uncertainty. As the winds whispered tales of war and strife, Cassian's thoughts turned to Ruse, the young colt who embodied both innocence and potential. He could normally be found visiting his father at least once a week, but the young colt had been gone longer that normal. His absence, like Nati's, cast a pall over their efforts. Yet, Cassian refused to succumb to despair. He believed in the resilience of youth, in the promise of tomorrow. With a solemn nod to the mountain that bore witness to their struggles, Cassian vowed to persevere. He would honor the legacy of the Vigilum, standing tall against the tide of chaos that threatened to engulf their world. And in Duramus, he found a kindred spirit, a stalwart ally in the face of adversity. Turning his gaze to the horizon, Cassian sought solace in the embrace of dawn. Though darkness lingered in the shadows, he knew that together, they would endure. For as long as the Vigilum stood, hope would never fade. With a silent prayer for guidance and strength, Cassian began to move his spirit renewed with determination. For in the darkest of times, it was their unity that would light the way forward. And with Duramus by his side, he knew that they would weather the storm, one sunrise at a time. As if thinking of his fellow Vigilum has conjured him from the dawn Cassian saw the shadow of his friend at the cliffs edge, standing in a spot the pair had met and spoken in many times. It was his favorite place to watch the sun rise and Cassian found himself happy that Dur was here already. The spotted stallion came to stand beside his friend, letting out a long sigh. "What do we do now?" He asked, knowing Dur would understand what he asked. Tagged: Sunfrost Muse: GoodWords: 475Notes: Our poor boys can't catch a break it seems Image by Fleur-De-Liason
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Post by Sunfrost on Apr 21, 2024 17:18:12 GMT -7
It wasn’t often that the horse of Duramus’s thoughts just so happened to materialize from thin air, but such was the case this morning. As though his thoughts had conjured him, Cassian appeared, striding out from the dawn as though called into being. Dur felt an immeasurable weight that he didn’t even realize had been there slide off his shoulders and evaporate with the coming dawn. Dur didn’t know what he would have done had even Cassian left the Vigilum’s ranks. Things were dark enough, with the war continuing onward and Dur’s son Ruse off wandering somewhere. Dur trusted that his son would return to visit him like he trusted that the sun would rise and fall each night. It was unclear what was keeping him, and Dur knew his son often tried to shirk responsibility, but sure enough he would arrive with an explanation. Dur just had to wait and see what that was, and try not to worry in the meantime.
A long sigh heralded Cassian’s arrival, and his friend asked a single simple yet weighty question. What do we do now? A heavy sigh melted out of Duramus’s throat, joining his friend’s own as they contemplated the sun’s rays in the sky. Whenever the sun came into being, it felt like it brought with it hope, either for a new day or a deeper new beginning. Dur decided to continue adopting that interpretation now as Cassian asked him the deep question nesting within their souls as Vigilum. What was there to do, when all their efforts seemed to be for nought and it was becoming increasingly certain that no horse would escape this war unscathed? We keep going he neighed, deciding to start there. There was nothing else for it. They had to continue what they had started, or else everything would fail, and no corner of Wild Equines would know peace.
Every horse we help, war affiliated or not, is a step in the right direction he encouraged, seeking words of comfort and reality for his friend. He didn’t want Cassian to lose hope in their purpose and cause. The Vigilum still had an important role to play, even if it was frequently from the fringes and not front and center of whatever they were engaged in. And we search for our third candidate once more he added, tone trailing off. Ruse could not join them as a third member, not until Duramus himself retired. It was an unspoken rule. But perhaps another horse would come, one weary of war. They simply had to wait for that horse to arrive. How have you been holding up? he asked, gray eyes flicking in the direction of Cassian’s before seeking out the rising sun once more. The companionable aura between them made prolonged eye contact feel odd; Dur would rather watch the sun and talk in the ensuing quiet.
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Post by Pippin on Apr 30, 2024 18:31:43 GMT -7
Cassian stood beside Duramus, a silent pillar of strength amidst the tumultuous dawn. The weight of their shared responsibilities pressed upon them like the mountain itself, yet his presence brought a sense of solace, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles. As Duramus voiced his thoughts, We keep going Cassian listened with a heavy heart. The war had taken its toll on them all, casting doubt upon their efforts and leaving them grasping for purpose amidst the chaos. Ruse's absence only compounded their worries, a reminder of the uncertainty that plagued their world. "We keep going," Cassian echoed, his voice steady despite the weight of their conversation. It was a simple truth, yet one that resonated deeply within him. They had sworn an oath to protect their realm, and no amount of darkness could extinguish that flame of determination. His gaze followed Duramus's towards the horizon, where the sun bathed the land in its golden light. Each dawn brought with it a glimmer of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still a chance for renewal. Every horse we help, war affiliated or not, is a step in the right direction"We continue to lend aid to those in need," Cassian affirmed, his voice carrying a note of conviction. "Every horse we help is a testament to our purpose, a beacon of light amidst the shadows of war."And we search for our third candidate once more He nodded in agreement as Duramus spoke of their search for a third member, another soul willing to join their cause. The Vigilum's legacy depended on it, their duty to maintain order and offer refuge to those in despair. As Duramus turned his gaze towards him, Cassian met his friend's eyes with a silent understanding. There was no need for words; their bond transcended mere conversation. Yet, in the quietude of the morning, Cassian found solace in Duramus's company. How have you been holding up?"I've been holding up as best I can," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness. "But I draw strength from our shared purpose, from the knowledge that we stand together in this fight."
With a final glance towards the sun-kissed horizon, Cassian turned back to Duramus, a silent vow passing between them. Whatever trials lay ahead, they would face them together, as Vigilum, as comrades, as friends. Sunfrost Sorry for a cruddy phone post.
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