02-15-2024, 09:39 AM
He had heard of this quest, a mission, one could call it. He wasn’t sure what to expect or what was going to come of this, but at least he should try. At least it would get him to explore and adventure new areas of Beqanna. It’s been a long time since he adventured and explored. How does he get there? He’s heard stories of the Mountain. The Mythical Mountain as his mother once called it. His mother. Oh, how he misses her. He wonders how he’s stayed alive all this time and hadn’t succumbed to death. The darkness that enveloped him grew deeper and darker each day. The darkness that swallowed him whole for him to be reborn from it.
He is a new horse. He won’t let his past consume him until there’s nothing left. Not anymore. Not again. The snowy capped mountain illuminated by the starry night peaks over the far horizon. He takes a deep breath and exhales, letting all his muscles relax knowing that it’s going to be a long journey.
His pace picks up, carefully planning each step, cautiously ensuring he doesn’t step on a sleeping snake, or wake a snoozing bear. His hoofs rhythmically land against the loose, gravely rocks crunching below. His muscular black haunches dotted with purple contract and release with every stride.
His mind wanders as he’s traveling towards some destiny he heard about. He’s not sure why they want him or need him, but he likes adventure. At least it gets his mind off of wallowing.
Night turns to day which turns to night in an endless cycle as the snowy peaks come closer and closer to him. Or him getting closer. The nights feel endless, the days too quick.
His mind turns over all the possibilities of how he could save an entire land. He won’t be by himself, but how could he save a land that he’s never seen before? Never been to before. A chill comes over him causing the hair on his back to rise. We must be close.. Hoofprints coat the cold, earthy ground. One set in particular makes him wonder. He follows the prints and makes his way to the base of the mountain.
It’s cold now. Colder than it was before. Turning around, he looks back at his own path. His own journey. His life. How much he’s grown, both physically and mentally. At least he hopes he’s grown mentally. He’s no longer that lanky, black colt cowering behind his mother. He’s a grown stallion.
He inhales deeply, feeling the cold air cut into his lungs, feeling the ball of air warming up before freeing it back into the universe as he begins his ascent to save Tephra.
@Kreation @Casimira @assailant @savior @Matilda @claudius
He is a new horse. He won’t let his past consume him until there’s nothing left. Not anymore. Not again. The snowy capped mountain illuminated by the starry night peaks over the far horizon. He takes a deep breath and exhales, letting all his muscles relax knowing that it’s going to be a long journey.
His pace picks up, carefully planning each step, cautiously ensuring he doesn’t step on a sleeping snake, or wake a snoozing bear. His hoofs rhythmically land against the loose, gravely rocks crunching below. His muscular black haunches dotted with purple contract and release with every stride.
His mind wanders as he’s traveling towards some destiny he heard about. He’s not sure why they want him or need him, but he likes adventure. At least it gets his mind off of wallowing.
Night turns to day which turns to night in an endless cycle as the snowy peaks come closer and closer to him. Or him getting closer. The nights feel endless, the days too quick.
His mind turns over all the possibilities of how he could save an entire land. He won’t be by himself, but how could he save a land that he’s never seen before? Never been to before. A chill comes over him causing the hair on his back to rise. We must be close.. Hoofprints coat the cold, earthy ground. One set in particular makes him wonder. He follows the prints and makes his way to the base of the mountain.
It’s cold now. Colder than it was before. Turning around, he looks back at his own path. His own journey. His life. How much he’s grown, both physically and mentally. At least he hopes he’s grown mentally. He’s no longer that lanky, black colt cowering behind his mother. He’s a grown stallion.
He inhales deeply, feeling the cold air cut into his lungs, feeling the ball of air warming up before freeing it back into the universe as he begins his ascent to save Tephra.
@Kreation @Casimira @assailant @savior @Matilda @claudius