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 Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:08 pm
It had been such a tiring week, night after night he had searched for the mare that had captivated him yet he just couldn’t remember which way he had flown. Instinct had lead him to her and now it had abandoned her. As he brought himself back he slumped in a pile on the cold floor of his cave, he had never required anything more complex, yet now, something made he believe he should strive to make his home more accommodating. Curled up in a pile on the floor he allowed himself to drift into a deep sleep, images of dancing, music and the nature around him smiled. Just as he awoke he saw one final image of the pretty mare, perhaps she did not exist after all, simply a fragile dream.
Standing to his feet he walked to the entrance of the cave, the Sun shimmered softly at the horizon as it rose softly, a flicker of colour spreading into the surrounding sky as if to act as an alarm clock for all those around. The day had begun, and there was work to be done. Turning his head to look inside his home once more he frowned, it was too plain, for what he was not sure but he knew he needed to do something. As his mind wandered he formulated a plan to collect dried grass and reeds to use as bedding, it would take several trips to collect enough but he hoped it would be enough.
Leaving his cave he spread his wings behind him, hesitating he stood still, scanning the world around. She could not fly, so for today nor would he. He was uncertain why he was suddenly so obsessed with her, he had met plenty of mares before, winged and now yet none had come close to having such a lasting effect.
Walking down the mountains rock path he allowed himself to bask in the Suns gentle light, unlike the Moon the Sun was warming. Each step brought him closer to the base of the Mountain, he had never walked to the bottom before, even as a child he would fly and before that he simply never left the cave as it had been his Mothers wish that he must be able to defend himself to leave. Yet it was refreshing to walk, he could feel each step ripple through his body, he had more time to take in his surrounds. Reaching the bottom of Mountain pass he smiled and yawned once more, now all he needed to do was find a nice area that he could salvage to make bedding.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 6:04 am
 The sun had risen and the birds had began their morning songs, waking the other creatures who tried to sleep longer. Scythe had left his home in search of berries and foilage for his mate and himself. His mate, Vara, liked the berries that were found this time of year. Scythe always made a point to bring her back as many as he could find, he loved to see how shocked she always seemed to be when he dropped them off.
Winding his way through the forest, he followed no path. At least, not one that could be seen by worn grass and broken twigs. He had been in this forest for what seemed like ages now, he knew every tree, every rock... He greeted each creature he met, whether it was a 'Hello' or just a nod of the head, Scythe believed that every creature deserved the same respect. He and Vara strongly believed in the works of compassion and the other virtues, they had tried to instill these beliefs into their children, Scythe could only hope they succeeded.
Deep within the forest, Scythe found his berry bush. His ears pivoted as he surveyed the surrounding area. Nothing large seemed to move, so he set about gather fruit for his love. He snagged a berry here and there for himself, juice running down his muzzle. His tail swung back and forth at a slow and steady pace, he hummed to himself as he went about his daily routine.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:04 am
Entering the forest he searched for material he could use for bedding, yet he was slightly oblivious as to what would actually suffice. Sighing he began to wander, his eyes flicking at the sounds that rumbled through the forests, foxes, birds, wolves and other small creatures played, happily living out their lives oblivious to his presence. Smiling he looked around the sun glistened through the canopy in glittering columns as they illuminated the forests floor.
With each step he walked deeper and deeper into the forest, the trees twisted in all shapes and sizes as his mind allowed himself to consider the stories they could tell. Tales of adventure, love, destruction, envy, jealousy and even friendship, emotions and experiences that he had not yet had the pleased to experience completely himself. He had been lucky to experience some form of friendship as well as the unfortunate pleasure of meeting with sadness’s and destruction. The images that played through his mind would never leave him yet he knew deep down that he had much more to learn and to experience with each breath it was simply a matter of time.
As he continued to wander he noticed a blue streak of colour in the corner of his eye, the same blue as the mare, his Moon. Excitement filled his heart and face as he spun to face the creature, it was not who he had hoped, yet the figure fascinated him. His wings where different to any he had seen before and there was something about his aura that interested him. Replacing his excitement with a simple smile he walked towards him, each footstep disturbing small pieces of dirt beneath his hooves. "Hello." He lowered his head and bowed softly, "I haven’t seen you in these parts before." It was a true enough statement, although he also knew that he rarely left the safety of the Ocean and his cave during the day, most of his ventures occurred in the security of the night. The day always brought him the slightest feeling of dread due to the lack of understanding he held towards it. His Mother had always taught him the wonders of the night and not the day, he imagined that she had hoped his Father would have done that part, yet he was nowhere to be found.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:30 pm
His ears pivoted as he heard twigs snapping and popping behind him, he only assumed it was the forest creatures scurrying to find food themselves. His long tail swung back and forth lazily, he didn't believe in the word 'hurry' these days. Vara had taught him the virtue of patience, even more, she taught him to relax.
At the sound of a male's voice, his head snapped up and turned, eyes searching for the source of the greeting. Berries falling from his mouth, juice drippling from his lips. His eyes caught the figure, indeed it was another Soquili, an angeni.
Scythe's jaw almost dropped. His parents had told many stories of the legendary breed and their good deeds towards nature and other soquili. Humbly, Scythe extended one of his front legs and lowered his head, his body moving into a bow before Maion. "Greetings, Angeni." Though he had heard stories, he had never laid eyes upon a soquili of this breed, he had only heard of their elegance and grace. "These lands are my home, we're please to have you in our terrain." He spoke for both he and his mate, what a story he'd have for her when he returned this day.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 1:37 pm
Cocking his head his took in the appearance of the stranger, he was unlike anything he had seen before and now that he looked he could see some slight Kalona properties yet he didn’t seem to have any malice laced in his actions. Allowing himself to relax softly he listened intently to his words, he seemed sincere yet he had never seen him around. Was it possible that their two families lived so close but had never met? Shrugging the feeling over he ran his final words through his mind curiously, what did he mean, we're please to have you in our terrain. An uncertainty sprang to life; he did not consider himself special.
Smiling he looked the other stallion in the eyes and nodded in reply before saying, "And you also." Yet he was curious about him, who was he, how long had he been here? Maion knew that his cave in the Mountains had been lived in for centuries by his ancestors a fact that made him proud, yet the emptiness was lonely he hoped that one day he could return it to its full glory.
Curiosity got the better of himself and he smiled as he asked, "How long have you lived in this area?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:28 pm
He lifted his body and head back to the normal positioning, eyes and ears intensely focused on the angeni. His mother and father would be disappointed in him if he lacked manners with this particular breed.
He rolled his shoulders slight, readjusting the way his heavy wings sat upon his back, his long hair moving slightly under the touch of the wind's invisible fingers.
"I stopped counting many years ago, Sir," he replied. "I came from across the mountain passage to my freedom. I have not looked back." he didn't delve any deeper into his past, it was a part of him he'd rather forget. "My family and I live not far, just past the trees that lead out into the valley. I'm gathering treats for my mate." He rambled on, not sure why he would think this stranger would care why he was out.
"Is there anything my family and I can do for you?" he offered his services to all that needed it, but especially to those who protect the innocent.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 8:42 am
He watched curiously as the Stallion before him referred to him with such grace and elegance, it was something he had not yet deserved, he had a life time of journeys to accomplish before he worthy of such admiration. His thoughts wandered to his Mother, she would have known what to do, how to act and speak to such a being but she had died before passing such lessons on. Lowering his head softly he felt slightly ashamed, the stallion seemed somehow congratulating him one being what he was yet he did not deserve such admiration or praise, he had not earned it. The comment of sir rang through his ears painfully, something was wrong with the image that lay before him. Shaking his head he spoke, his voice slightly muffled by the long mane that flowed gracefully to the floor. “I do not deserved should consideration, I am still earning my right to bare these wings.” Although it was painful to admit he was glad that he had, it made him realise that he still had much to learn and that his journey had only just begun. Perhaps he would travel across the Oceans of the world once more in search of knowledge and understanding. He wanted to be the best that he could be.
Raising his head once more he blushed as the stranger offered him the services of his family, he knew that in reality it was him who should have offered, shading his head softly he allowed himself to smile, yet it was soft shallow smile rather than the playful one that had been in its place moments before. “I do not deserve such offers,” he paused to scanned the forest ground, “It is I who should be offering to help you, sir.” Unsure how the stranger would react to such a title he watched curiously before deciding to introduce himself properly.
He spoke with a strange note of servitude in his voice, it was humbling to be around such a strong and graceful creature, “My name is Maion, I live deep within the Mountains.” He moved his head to indicate the direction he had come from.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 6:24 pm
Scythe noted an uncertainty in the stallion's voice, "He must be young still," he thought to himself. Even the mighty angeni had to start somewhere he supposed.
"Even those earning their rights deserve help," a grin crossed his maw, fangs bared. Scythe often forgot, now, how he looked to others. For years, his appearance had made life hard...and lonely. Thanks to the friends he'd made since coming to these lands, and his mate, Scythe tended to forget just how different he was from other soquili.
He snorted at "Sir", laughing heartily and his voice proud. "Sir is for the old, and I am -far- from old." he winked at Maion. "And I take, you aren't ither, so forgive me." Shifting his weight to his other side, he continued.
"Merry met, Maion. My name is Scythe." Again, his head lowered for a moment in proper greetings. "The mountains..." his voice trailed off as he turned torwards the great mountains. He had spent much time on and off the trails that twisted so gracefully up their sides. "...No doubt in the farthest reaches. Lands so high only the angeni might reside there." His voice sounded almost whimsical. Though he had wings, he would never reach the heights that the four winged breed could.
"What brings you to the lowlands?" he inquired, more than willing to help how he could.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 9:40 am
As Maion watched and listened to the stallion before him he couldn’t help but feel a soft respect towards him. He seemed to hold those of his breed in high accord, a feeling he was not too sure how to accept, he did not consider himself on the same level as the elders or those who had many more experience to himself. He was almost ashamed to bear their wings, he fidgeted with them for a moment, tucking them silently in at his sides before looking at the grass sway gently below his feet. Yet as the stranger continued to speak Maion felt himself warm once more, it did not appear that this individual before him was judging him about his age or appearance, or at how un-Angeni like he appeared. Nodding he agreed weakly to the statement of his age, he was young, his memories of childhood still played strongly in his mind, and he found himself dreaming of his Mother and the adventures they had shares, yet lately he was also starting to think about individuals that had left an impression upon him. His Moon was one that shone particularly brightly in his mind these days. A soft blush flooded his cheeks even now.
He nodded his head once more in acceptance at his name, Scythe, it seemed sharp and slightly harsh and as he flashed his fangs he felt that it was as sharp as they where, he did not want to get in their way. As he allowed his mind to wander, watching his fangs, they reminded him of the Kalona, the evil they spread along the word was despicable, and he knew that even his actions could not compete with them. He hated them above all others, they had destroyed Elijah’s family, they had ripped an innocent Mother away from her children in the name of sport. For a moment he felt slightly torn about the strong stallion before him, yet as he continued to speak his thoughts dissolved into nothingness. Perhaps he wasn’t that bad, and it was wrong of him to judge someone by their appearance. Smiling softly he allowed his eyes to take in the details of Scythe, he seemed unusual, yet as he spoke of his home Maion’s heart felt suddenly heavy, he had not considered that fact. It would be near impossible for Moon or anyone else who was not an Angeni to share his home with him, his posture slackened softly as he looked to the ground, perhaps he needed to move, but where to? After all the cave had been home to him for all of his life, his memories lay there, and his ancestors memories were written in the scratches upon the deep walls. He thought of the shadows that cascaded themselves around the rock face, they had always added an extra layer of protection for him, was he truly ready to give all that up? Sighing softly he continued to look at the ground, it was useless making it more homely if it would never become a real home once again.
Almost in response to his thoughts the stallion before him spoke, what brings you to the lowlands, running the words pointlessly through his mind he wondered what he could now say given that his original reason had been quashed. Bringing his head up high once more he straightened himself up, allowing a small smile to creep onto his lips before his strong voice danced forth from his mouth, “I am simply searching for what I am missing.” At least this statement would buy him some time.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 3:08 pm
Scythe indeed had Kalona appearance. The fangs, horns, and cloven hooves all bared similar in appearance to the breed feared by many. However, he shared none of the killer personality traits. "Mutant" they had called him, the humans who had once held him captive to use as a mount in their wars. He had seen his share of evil and blood shed, he cared not to see any more. In his youth, he had a darker side. One that he supposed was hidden deep within him, away from his family and away from himself. It would shatter him if Vara or his children saw him for what he once was.
In the days that followed his arrival to these lands, Scythe had learned to trust others, he found that he enjoyed the company and stories of those around him. He rarely asked questions to pry, but he would ask questions to help. Vara, his mate, had instilled that quality in him. Help who you can without question, he smiled as an image of his lotus coated mate crossed his mind.
Turning his attention back to Maion, he bobbed his head slightly, his ears moved in several directions before settling back on Maion. "Missing, eh? Well, if you're anything like me, that means you're missing a few marbles. That be the case, you never get those back." he laughed, moving close enough so he could gently bump Maion's shoulder in jest.
He had noted in the Angeni's body language that he seemed a bit...tense. Scythe was doing his best to lighten the mood, take the young stallion's mind off of what was bothering him. He had learned it never did good to worry...much.
"Well, two sets of eyes are better than one. If you don't mind the company, I'll help you look." Scythe licked his lips to wet them quickly, only then realizing that he still had berry juice on his skin. He laughed again and removed the juice with his tongue, "Didn't mean to be so sloppy with that."
These days, Scythe was filled with good intentions and compassion for others. He tried his best to reach out and touch the hearts of those around him. Not able to bare the sight of a soquili in need, physical or emotional, he would do what it took to try and lift the burden if he was able.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 8:20 am
Maion’s worries began to trickle away, evaporating into a sea of nothingness as he watched his new companion. He seemed truth and honest about his intentions and despite his appearance he had never given off a vile aura that he despised so much, there was in fact something familiar about his aura that he had not noticed before, the familiarity was almost chilling, it was as if she had a met him, a part of him at least before without even realising it. Shaking the feeling away in his mind he allowed his thoughts to wander to the situation afoot. He had spoken of something missing; yet when the initial thought had crossed his mind he had not considered the possibility of being able to find what he was missing. Smiling he nodded his head, as his wings settled on his back, their silver stained tips glistening in the dim light that pieced the canopy of thick leaves above.
What was he missing? Recently he had found himself thinking about Moon more and more, he longed to his word, to return to see her once more although he had little knowledge about her own thoughts and feelings towards him, in fact each night that remained unfruitful he was left considering the fact that she had merely been polite to him, perhaps it was because of his breed, did she too simply feel she needed to be nice to one of the so called majestic race. A small frown formed in his mind as his memories danced and flowed through his mind with an unrushed fluidity, now was not the time to continue that particular search.
His mind tumbled to the other qualities he was missing, they where not of a physical nature yet they hindered him none the less. He longed to find a sense of belonging greater than that of his duties for the Ocean, he wanted to find someway of earning his wings. Another thought that rumbled forth from the deepest region of his mind was that he never felt he had earned the respect and valour that was bestowed upon him by those around, even Scythe had gave him the same courtesy, he had not earned it, it was not his to enjoy. All this things, however important to him, where not to be searched for today, but instead they would be earned over time so that they became a part of his whole, the missing pieces in his Angeni heritage.
Yet as his thoughts wandered to the things he was missing he realised that Scythe was still standing before him waiting for a reply, nodding gently he accepted his invitation to join him, company and a new companion where always welcomed guests to him, yet he still needed something for him to search for. So speaking, his voice slightly feeble in comparison to its normal tone, “a rose then,” his thoughts drifted towards Moon once more, he would carry it as a good luck charm, hoping to one day give it to her as a memory of himself, that was if she chose to accept it. He continued speaking, strength returning to his voice with each passing word, “for someone special to me. A token of my gratitude to her.” A soft blush covered his cheeks as he contemplated his actions, he hardly knew her yet she was having such an obvious effect upon him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 3:03 pm
"A rose..." his voice trailed off as he listened to Maion finish. "Must be a special lady for you to seek gifts for her." Scythe knew the feeling all to well. When he and Vara first met, he gifted her often. Heck, what was he thinking, he still did such things...that was why he was out today.
"Well, I'll help you find your rose, and you can help me with the berries then," He smiled his fangy smile and nodded. "I can get more back to my special lady that way." Again, he spoke in jest and light heartedness. He could get plenty of berries back to Vara on his own, surely the angeni was busy. Berries were a treat for his family, they all seemed to greatly enjoy them. Almost...almost more than wildflowers.
Unsure of what was, or had been, troubling the young stallion, Scythe decided it would be best to treat him like he would any other young Soquili. Truth be told, he took almost every younger soquili he met these days 'under his wing' and treated them like his own. Thankfully, none of his own children had taken a disliking to that fact. He had six children, all beautiful inside and out, at least in his mind.
"What type of rose are you searching for? Red, yellow...white?" his head tilted, he wanted to be sure his eyes were looking for the right thing. "We'd do best to look near sunny patches, closer to the edge of the forest. Roses thrive in sunlight." He bobbed his head as he looked over to Maion. Perhaps through the day, he would learn more about what was truely troubling his new 'hunting' partner.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 9:23 am
Maion’s mane was swept about in the breeze, his locks bouncing gently like a spring as the silver tints caught the sunlight and reflected it away lazily. As he listened to Scythes words about how special lady must have been to him, he allowed himself to wonder, how much did he care? What were his true feelings for her? Could he possibly be this infatuated from a single meeting, yet his heart fluttered, its beat as strong as a brass drum as it continued to play it tunes deep within his chest. Although he would not use the word love he was sure that she was at least special to him, he had given her the name Moon, the one object of his desire that meant so much, yet he also knew that the Moon was untouchable, was his Moon the same? Would she always been close but too far away from him to truly understand. He shuck his head softly, he didn’t want to think negativity about her, it was hard enough having searched from the skies for a week to still be eluded by her whereabouts, if only he allowed his eyes to linger on the surroundings long enough to give him a stronger clue. Yet all he remembered was a crystal lake that copied the image of the sky upon its trickling glassy surface, and a nearby forest, but to his surprise that description had been fulfilled by several different locations so far. Determination danced through his veins, he would find her again, it was only a matter of time.
As he drifted between his own consciousness and the reality of the world around he heard the question about the colour of the rose. He had not thought too much about it, yet he knew if it was for Moon it needed to be the most beautiful and delicate flower that they could find. Running each colour through his head he allowed them to linger with tantalising delight. Red was the most obvious colour, representing passion and love yet at the same time blood and hatred, he was not sure he wanted his symbol to be so ambiguous, after all if she could not talk to him then he would have no knowledge about how she had interpreted it. Then there was yellow, the same colour as the stars and supposedly a symbol of health and fortune, however such a colour felt wrong, it clashed with everything he knew about her, she did not need fortune thrust upon her and the colour would contrast with those upon her shimmering pelt. His thoughts wandered to blue, tranquillity and calm usually came to mind yet at the same time coldness as harsh as the strongest of winds overpowered him, blue was not the right symbol to give. Panic set in at the back of his mind, what if he was dissatisfied with every colour he could muster, what if nothing could be deemed worthy of her? It saddened him a little, in that brief moment he felt as if even he could never be good enough.
Then suddenly his mind wandered to the white, his eyes looked to sky blankly as he imaged the Moon, he spoke almost unknowingly, his voice thin and dazed. "She is my Moon." White would be his symbol, a reminder of their first meeting, and a welcome for their second. She would eternally shine in his mind as the pure and light creature of hope, a glimpse into the beauty of the world that caused all his actions and attention to fall upon her. It seemed to fit perfectly, white also symbolised a blank canvas, the beginning of a story still to be written, it seemed fitting to give her. Although he was excited by the thought of giving her such a gift he also found himself worrying, what id she did not approve? What if she had only been nice to him to because of his breed where as in reality he hated him.
Lowering his head to the ground he forced himself to think of something different, either way he would start his quest for the perfect white rose, an offering of peace and friendship, or possibly an invitation for more. Only time would tell if his Moon would accept him, and only time would tell if he would ever manage to find her again. His sole goal was to find her once more. Something felt lacking without her.
Smiling he raised his head once more, attempting to catch Scythes shinning eyes, even in the darkness they stood out like two glittering gem stones, they seemed so familiar yet so different. "White," he smiled although he knew he did not have to explain his reasoning he wanted to make it clear how perfect it needed to be, “a perfect white rose.” As he spoke a strange thought trickled through his mind, and even then it would not compare to her, his smile increased even more.
Remembering the task Scythe had explained of having for himself he allowed his eyes to linger on the berry bush, and then back at the slightly red stained lips of Scythe, "in return," he paused pondering for a second if he was setting out of line, yet he felt he was not, "I would be honoured to help you gather berries for your mate and family." A curiosity peeked, as he allowed himself to consider the possibility of meeting his companions family, he imaged them to be as intriguing as their Father. Running through his mind the locations that had been suggested his smile faded slightly, he was unsure where to head from their current position, as he had never explored the forests much from the ground. He attempted to force the images from his memories of the entrance; no roses seemed to flower there just the rumble of foxes and other small creatures as they played happily.
Allowing himself to smile once more he spoke, his voice strong once more. "Which way shall we head first?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 6:33 pm
"Very non-traditional. You've put some thought into your selection." he spoke as he nodded his head then laughed, "I was only kidding about the berries. But, I would enjoy the company." Scythe wouldn't object if Maion insisted, by he by no means would expect for the stallion to stay and help.
Scythe motioned with his head for Maion to follow, they would head east. In the valley of the mountains there was a lush field filled with wildflowers for as far as the eye could see. Scythe couldn't remember if roses lie in wait just behind the trees or not, but he figured that would be a good place to start looking.
"Your Moon?" he had been pondering on the angeni's words, but he wasn't sure what to make of it. "I don't mean to pry, but that's a term of endearment that I havent' yet made reference to in the past." Scythe at least hoped it was a term of endearment, he would only assume that the stallion was somewhat....celestial bound due to his coat and pendant around his neck.
Slowly moving each hoof, Scythe continued on. Not walking at a hurried pace at all, he had no reason to hurry though he hadn't stopped to think that perhaps Maion was? His words rolled out of his mouth in a non-chalant manner, just as if he were carrying on a conversation with a friend he had known since foalhood.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:19 am
Maion followed obediently, he knew that Scythe had much more experience of the forest than himself, yet as he took each fateful step with his new companion he knew he was in no danger. They had only known each other for a brief moment yet something pulled at the back of Maion’s mind about how strangely familiar he seemed. Unable to place Scythe he discarded the thought once more, it was true what his new companion had said about being none-traditional but he felt that Moon was worth so much more. She was a unique beauty, the first to ever captivate him in such a manner. He nodded in response gently, he words had found themselves lost in his thoughts. Berries, Maion smiled as his new friend spoke of berries, he knew that they where a treat for the one he loved and wanted to help them back in return.
Each footstep disrupted only several strands of grass beneath his hooves, and with each step he nodded how easily the grass became entangled within his long trailing hairs of black and silver. He imagined that he did not come over as the most graceful Angeni on land, yet in the skies, with the freedom of the wings flowing wildly through his wings he felt alive. Grace could only follow suit. His ears twitched at the noises around them, they seemed to have the whole forest to themselves, it was unusual to hear nothing but the breath escaping his lungs and the one in front of him and the almost silent rustle of the ground below, it was almost eerie in its silence. Yet as he listened, his eyes darting between the trees a voice broke the silence, his question, although meaningful, had taken Maion aback. He had not realised that those words had escaped his lips, nor had he explained them to anyone else, not even to Moon herself. Smiling once more he decided to answer, an instantaneous bridge of trust seemed to flow towards Scythe.
“She can not speak to tell me her name,” he paused, picturing her delicate figure in his mind as he spoke each word, yet he knew his words would do her little justice. Continuing he said, “and just like the Moon has control over the mighty tides of the Ocean, she had me captivated from the first moment I lay eyes upon her.” He smiled, thinking back to their dance, the kiss that he had been given by her, the gentleness of her touch still ran shivers of excitement along his spine. A smile continued to glow upon his lips, he was confident that he had explained the term well enough, yet he knew it also meant so much more to him. The Moon was an object of pure beauty, and anyone who had that effect upon him had been gifted his heart for all eternity, all he needed to do know was decide if it was possibly to feel so strongly about someone who you had only met the once. He heart said yes, while his mind screamed no. Perhaps only a second encounter would determine the outcome.
As they walked through the forest, Maion held a smile upon his face and a song within his heart. His quest for a White Rose had officially begun.
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