Velk
10-09-2018, 05:29 PM
do you ever wonder...
...do you ever dream?
When the ink-and-milk splashed steed is not near the crystalline lake, he prefers to monitor from above. Hyaline offers several trails that wind their way up the mountain and, to higher elevations. He felt purposeful as a guardian and, the solitude suits him. Today is much like any other day on patrol. His cupped antennae filter through the summer breezes and chirping birds while his olfactory sense searches for scents of danger. His light blue gaze scans the scene before him and below him until the ferocious roar causes his heart to pound more violently. He draws in a quick breath before spinning on his haunches to face the direction of the commotion. A shrill whinny reverberates off of the surrounding trees and, without a moment more of hesitation, Velk chooses a light canter to drive him through the dense foliage towards the source of the outbursts.
Just before things come into focus, the musk of mother bear floods his nostrils. He hears another panicked bleat and a desperate urgency floods his chassis and his pulse races faster. He grimaces as he dives right, unsure of what he would find or, what danger he might be putting himself into. As things unfold slowly, Velk does his best to focus on the situation. The large beast seems appeased that the threat has been eliminated and, is ushering her cubs in the opposite direction. The young stallion exhales in relief until his gaze rests upon the trio of yearlings. He could not remember if he had seen them before or, if all of them were in fact Hyaline residents. That did not matter right now. These babies needed help, now. He could not be certain that he could help but, something inside told him to get involved.
Striped hooves drum against the rocky terrain as sturdy limbs carry steed towards the group. He assesses the damage dealt and finds the emerald-pointed colt to be on his feet even though crimson gushed from his neck and stained his mahogany pelt. The roaning filly seems almost lifeless and Velk rushes towards her. He sees her eyes closing and her breathing still and, all at once, he winces at not being able to do more. His attention swivels towards the tricolored filly, on the ground. He offers a small smile to the young boy standing protectively over her before he approaches boldly and extends his muzzle to hers. He whispers, "It is okay, dear. I am here to help."
He allows his whiskers to trail down the curve of her neck, to her gouged shoulder. He pauses over the wound. He had no clue what he is doing; however, within seconds, a warm rush bubbles up from his chest. He feels the warmth travel up his bronchioles and down his nose before he exhales directly over the gashes. What happened had never done so before: a pair of rays, the color of the sun, beam from his nostrils and reach out to kiss her exposed flesh. Within moments, the skin closes over the claw marks and the bleeding has stopped. He nudges the filly's cheek gently before he turns towards the colt. He steps around and stretches his magic muzzle out to heal the neck wound. And, again, two sun beams emit from nostrils - like a fire-breathing dragon, except the warmth soothes instead of burns; the light is gentle, not blinding and, the intensity heals instead of harms. Velk steps back as he notes the gash on the colt's nape to be sealed and, no longer oozing precious blood. Light blue gaze flicks to the still form of the winged filly and, his poll dips in disappointment. There was nothing he could have done and yet, he feels so guilty. He mutters a gentle, "There was nothing I could do... I am so sorry."
Just before things come into focus, the musk of mother bear floods his nostrils. He hears another panicked bleat and a desperate urgency floods his chassis and his pulse races faster. He grimaces as he dives right, unsure of what he would find or, what danger he might be putting himself into. As things unfold slowly, Velk does his best to focus on the situation. The large beast seems appeased that the threat has been eliminated and, is ushering her cubs in the opposite direction. The young stallion exhales in relief until his gaze rests upon the trio of yearlings. He could not remember if he had seen them before or, if all of them were in fact Hyaline residents. That did not matter right now. These babies needed help, now. He could not be certain that he could help but, something inside told him to get involved.
Striped hooves drum against the rocky terrain as sturdy limbs carry steed towards the group. He assesses the damage dealt and finds the emerald-pointed colt to be on his feet even though crimson gushed from his neck and stained his mahogany pelt. The roaning filly seems almost lifeless and Velk rushes towards her. He sees her eyes closing and her breathing still and, all at once, he winces at not being able to do more. His attention swivels towards the tricolored filly, on the ground. He offers a small smile to the young boy standing protectively over her before he approaches boldly and extends his muzzle to hers. He whispers, "It is okay, dear. I am here to help."
He allows his whiskers to trail down the curve of her neck, to her gouged shoulder. He pauses over the wound. He had no clue what he is doing; however, within seconds, a warm rush bubbles up from his chest. He feels the warmth travel up his bronchioles and down his nose before he exhales directly over the gashes. What happened had never done so before: a pair of rays, the color of the sun, beam from his nostrils and reach out to kiss her exposed flesh. Within moments, the skin closes over the claw marks and the bleeding has stopped. He nudges the filly's cheek gently before he turns towards the colt. He steps around and stretches his magic muzzle out to heal the neck wound. And, again, two sun beams emit from nostrils - like a fire-breathing dragon, except the warmth soothes instead of burns; the light is gentle, not blinding and, the intensity heals instead of harms. Velk steps back as he notes the gash on the colt's nape to be sealed and, no longer oozing precious blood. Light blue gaze flicks to the still form of the winged filly and, his poll dips in disappointment. There was nothing he could have done and yet, he feels so guilty. He mutters a gentle, "There was nothing I could do... I am so sorry."
Velk
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