04-26-2018, 09:09 AM
Hephaestus
The cool night wrapped around him like the soothing embrace of an old friend. The familiarity of the shadowed breeze had served to brush away the memory of his past six months spent alone. Traveling throughout the land he’d only succeeded in gaining more questions that begged to be answered. Dotted across the land he had unwittingly discovered more creatures like himself, outcasts who traced the length of the land in search of answers of their own. Despite the comradery he’d found among them, his mind always returned to thoughts of her.
Pressing in on him, the pain of his reality chased away the calm he’d been feeling only a brief moment ago. Drawn towards the radiating heat of the volcano, his good eye finds it’s peak and he marveled at the hot, steamy glow that radiated around it. Smoke and steam rise up from it’s mouth to form dark clouds that hover protectively over the land. The powerful beauty of Tephra makes it easy for him to understand why Ru had chosen it to be her home.
Exhaling, he pulls his gaze away from the towering mountain and urged himself forward. His was a gamble. He had no way of knowing where she’d have chosen to bed down – but her nature was not dissimilar to his own. She’d want to be alone, secluded from prying eyes. All he needed was a passing glance, a reassurance that she was at peace and that she’d found all that she’d been searching for.
Nearly upon the place where he’d left her, he pauses – realizing all too suddenly that he is not alone. Frozen his big ears swivel towards the sound of clumsy hoof-falls just beyond the line of trees to his left. He is young, Hephaestus determines almost immediately. A fact that is instantly proven true by the ringing of the colt’s youthful voice as it calls out towards the void between them. There is a threatening edge to the young one’s voice that the matured stallion finds slightly amusing, though he does not smile. It would have been easy enough for him to slip back into shadow at the sound of the colt’s rustling approach, but an unseen force holds him there. As the roaned colt breaks through the divider between them, Hephaestus recognizes him instantly and his insides lurched.
Diavoli. Ru’s son.
He would have known the colt anywhere and would have defended him without question – even if he didn’t know the impact Hephaestus had on his life. Though, for now, the freisian marveled on how he’d grown since he’d last seen him. Still noticeably smaller than most foals his age, he held himself well and he, obviously, had a bravery that was hard not to admire. He would one day make a very noble protector of his mother.
Or, at least, Hephaestus hoped.
The colt’s voice was demanding – searching for an answer that was difficult for Hephaestus to ascertain. Instead, he stepped forward and marveled at his fortune.
“Where is your mother?” He asked in a calm tone.
Pressing in on him, the pain of his reality chased away the calm he’d been feeling only a brief moment ago. Drawn towards the radiating heat of the volcano, his good eye finds it’s peak and he marveled at the hot, steamy glow that radiated around it. Smoke and steam rise up from it’s mouth to form dark clouds that hover protectively over the land. The powerful beauty of Tephra makes it easy for him to understand why Ru had chosen it to be her home.
Exhaling, he pulls his gaze away from the towering mountain and urged himself forward. His was a gamble. He had no way of knowing where she’d have chosen to bed down – but her nature was not dissimilar to his own. She’d want to be alone, secluded from prying eyes. All he needed was a passing glance, a reassurance that she was at peace and that she’d found all that she’d been searching for.
Nearly upon the place where he’d left her, he pauses – realizing all too suddenly that he is not alone. Frozen his big ears swivel towards the sound of clumsy hoof-falls just beyond the line of trees to his left. He is young, Hephaestus determines almost immediately. A fact that is instantly proven true by the ringing of the colt’s youthful voice as it calls out towards the void between them. There is a threatening edge to the young one’s voice that the matured stallion finds slightly amusing, though he does not smile. It would have been easy enough for him to slip back into shadow at the sound of the colt’s rustling approach, but an unseen force holds him there. As the roaned colt breaks through the divider between them, Hephaestus recognizes him instantly and his insides lurched.
Diavoli. Ru’s son.
He would have known the colt anywhere and would have defended him without question – even if he didn’t know the impact Hephaestus had on his life. Though, for now, the freisian marveled on how he’d grown since he’d last seen him. Still noticeably smaller than most foals his age, he held himself well and he, obviously, had a bravery that was hard not to admire. He would one day make a very noble protector of his mother.
Or, at least, Hephaestus hoped.
The colt’s voice was demanding – searching for an answer that was difficult for Hephaestus to ascertain. Instead, he stepped forward and marveled at his fortune.
“Where is your mother?” He asked in a calm tone.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[Diavoli]