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It was like you close your eyes for a second, take a deep breath to relax and just enjoy the moment. You would expect to see the world out there again like you know her, but when Brynmor opens his eyes again, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. He blinks a few times, wondering if he really saw things good, but he still found himself on the unknown mountain. ”Wh- where am I?” This time the graying male closes his eyes longer, but once his blue eyes open again, he realises that he indeed is somewhere else. Or not really somewhere else, but the lands have changed.
Gone is the Beqanna he knew, instead only the general areas were still there. Even from afar he could recognize the meadow and the field, just like plenty of other places. But the lands, the kingdoms, were gone. What the fuck had happened? Hadn’t Beqanna already punished them enough? Or had there still been others out there that had angered her? It had to be that, otherwise there wouldn’t have been such a big change.
Somehow he’s pretty relaxed under this all, well, that was until he realised that both his lovers were gone. The Tundra seemed pretty non-existent, and although that really saddened him – the had lived for the kingdom – it wasn’t as bad as not knowing where Roan was. Igni was nowhere to be seen either. Brynmor calls out to them, his whinny echoing across the mountain, as he starts declining. He doesn’t go as fast as he wants himself to be, in fact, he was way too slow. It was already so strange to him, how bad would Roan experience the changes? He had to find her, and soon, he had to make sure she was alright. The thought of his bay roan lover not being here, stuck or lost somewhere in between these lands and the prior ones, frightened him. Roan just had to be here.
”Roan!” He calls her, for the nth time, his voice almost starting to get raspy. There were others, looking just as distressed and confused as he was, but none of them had been his petite Roan. Like really, where could she be? He increases his pace, pushing himself to go further, which only results in Brynmor losing his footing as rocks crumble underneath his hooves. He lands on his knees, bruising and scratching them, sliding down a couple of meters before he’s able to stand up again. He could heal, Roan was more important right now. As he stands still his sides are heaving and seat had started to show on his thick coat. He calls out, loudly, one last time, and then holding his breath to make sure he would be able to hear her answer.
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@[roan]
@[isle] ; Not really sure if we were doing this or not? But feel free to join <3
It was like you close your eyes for a second, take a deep breath to relax and just enjoy the moment. You would expect to see the world out there again like you know her, but when Brynmor opens his eyes again, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. He blinks a few times, wondering if he really saw things good, but he still found himself on the unknown mountain. ”Wh- where am I?” This time the graying male closes his eyes longer, but once his blue eyes open again, he realises that he indeed is somewhere else. Or not really somewhere else, but the lands have changed.
Gone is the Beqanna he knew, instead only the general areas were still there. Even from afar he could recognize the meadow and the field, just like plenty of other places. But the lands, the kingdoms, were gone. What the fuck had happened? Hadn’t Beqanna already punished them enough? Or had there still been others out there that had angered her? It had to be that, otherwise there wouldn’t have been such a big change.
Somehow he’s pretty relaxed under this all, well, that was until he realised that both his lovers were gone. The Tundra seemed pretty non-existent, and although that really saddened him – the had lived for the kingdom – it wasn’t as bad as not knowing where Roan was. Igni was nowhere to be seen either. Brynmor calls out to them, his whinny echoing across the mountain, as he starts declining. He doesn’t go as fast as he wants himself to be, in fact, he was way too slow. It was already so strange to him, how bad would Roan experience the changes? He had to find her, and soon, he had to make sure she was alright. The thought of his bay roan lover not being here, stuck or lost somewhere in between these lands and the prior ones, frightened him. Roan just had to be here.
”Roan!” He calls her, for the nth time, his voice almost starting to get raspy. There were others, looking just as distressed and confused as he was, but none of them had been his petite Roan. Like really, where could she be? He increases his pace, pushing himself to go further, which only results in Brynmor losing his footing as rocks crumble underneath his hooves. He lands on his knees, bruising and scratching them, sliding down a couple of meters before he’s able to stand up again. He could heal, Roan was more important right now. As he stands still his sides are heaving and seat had started to show on his thick coat. He calls out, loudly, one last time, and then holding his breath to make sure he would be able to hear her answer.
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@[roan]
@[isle] ; Not really sure if we were doing this or not? But feel free to join <3