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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jul 6, 2024 10:35:14 GMT -7
Croesus Another month jad gone by, and there was still no sign of Hoax. Nor his father, but he had been long gone by his most formative years. Croesus wanted only to return Hoax to his possession. Then she would never set foot even a single fraction of a step away from him. He'd keep her where only he could see her.
The dark stag narrowed his eyes as a warm summer wind swept through the plains. The grasses around him rattled and swayed. There were nearby birds who were thrown off their original trajectory. The wind felt gentle to someone his size, but smaller creatures probably felt as if this were a large gale.
Croesus scanned the bodies of Equines strewn through the plains. His eyes traveled lazily until he found someone intriguing. A solid black figure, with the exception of a skull marking on their facade. His father had worn a skull on his face. The painted hessian moved with determination as he approached the stranger.
"Who was your father?" He asked bluntly to the stranger. It was also obvious that he had a reason for asking.
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my, my, those eyes like fire — you’re a winged insect, she’s a funeral pyre
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Post by JUNIPER ! on Jul 11, 2024 7:42:06 GMT -7
into the forest i will go to lose my mind & find my soul He didn’t know why he did it to himself, coming to the Free Lands. It was a constant reminder of all he should forget now that he’d taken a home in Omashu. Yet, there was a constant nagging to go back. A plethora of questions he wished to be answered. The more he came the more questions he had, and with it did the answers seem unattainable. Aside from it, Sepris had felt good the last few weeks, warmly welcoming summer as it bloomed. The plains were a favorite of his, enjoying the outer edges of grass and wildflowers, always overlooked by the other equines as they chatted. All was well in his little world until his lupine gaze crossed another’s, ceasing his foraging. There was no time for Sepris to step out of his attention, feeling helpless as the pressure of the moment sent shivers down his spine. Like he was bracing for impact, he put his weight into his haunches, holding his breath.
Who is your father?
Well, that was not what he was expecting. Sepris blinked slow a few times as he reeled, trying to settle his body and mind down so that he wasn’t ripped from reality where he stood. A gentle vibration began in his chest, gaze switching from the painted buck to the rest of the Plains. “His name was Vharag,” the void said curtly, a snarl curling up his edge of his white lips. This was the first time he’d ever been approached about his lineage, usually the other way around as he searched for answers. Sepris was plagued with curiosities underneath the tension. “Who exactly is asking?” He said after a pause, straightening his posture and letting the anxiousness fall into the depths of his chest. Able to get a better look at the stallion now that he’d chosen his tone, there was not a remnant of familiarity.
Trying to allow himself space to exist in the bubble that Croesus had so rudely intruded into, Sepris tipped a back hoof. Still preparing for an out if this hellion wouldn’t let up, he wasn’t going to show his fear so freely.
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