09-02-2016, 06:36 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
Time passes. He is unsure of how much time he spends in the mountain’s embrace. The air is thin at that altitude and though he could force his lungs to accommodate the lesser amount of oxygen it feels like a trick at this point. He knows that he will lose his abilities as soon as he leaves the rocky terrain. He knows he must leave - it is if the air itself is telling him to move on. But he does not know where to go. His Valley is gone. He has searched for her for what seems like hours. All through the night and until day breaks once more on the changed landscape. He can no longer feel her; he knows she is gone.
With eyes red from a night of sleepless searching the beast finally budges. His movements very intentional, almost as if he were descending into hell itself. He feels his power being stripped from him as he leaves the magical mountain; it wasn’t painful physically, but he feels his stomach turning from the thought of leaving them behind (would it be so bad to stay here and perish?). And what was this place without the Valley? Was it worth the effort?
But he knows he must try to find the magician. Perhaps he has retained his powers, he must keep a sliver of hope that the Valley’s guardian will be able to right this most previous wrong. He can no longer feel the magician as he could before, the vibration of his particular magic has vanished as well. Gunsynd feels the hope begin to seep away from his heart. But still, he must find him. He enters the meadow, where it seems the disheveled are all gathering and takes in the scene not unlike refugees waiting on a beach to be taken to the distant shore.
Then he hears it, the familiar voice. It catches his ear and he instinctively turns and moves towards it. He can see the stallion now. And although he does not recognize the two mares with him, they smell like the Valley and that calms him. The bulky male joins their group without infringing on the mares’ space and his eyes dig into the magician with the hope of a dying man. But he hears his words as they come forth and the hope is extinguished completely. He was helpless after all. How could this have happened? Words escape him for now - he simply stands, defeated, in their company.
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