05-15-2017, 10:28 PM
”Hello, Orion,” there is no need to look back over his shoulder to know who stands there. His scent rolls across him much like the tide he is watching, and the mannerisms of his voice also give it away. The stallion is unique. He stands out from the majority of Beqanna, his amiability surpassing most. Then again, Castile hasn’t ventured far from Nerine yet. Mother keeps a heavy eye on him, but additionally, he doesn’t know where to explore. He wants so badly to fly and to reach heights far beyond their reach. His wings unfurl from his sides and beat the air once as an active stretch before folding once more.
Only then does he finally look back to see the obsidian male.
”It is beautiful here,” he smiles, and it’s genuine, as he has great pride in his home. Unfortunately, he realizes that his time is limited here. This is a matriarchal society and mother wants something so much greater for him. She wants to see him create a name across Beqanna, to seize opportunities never thought possible. Nayl would never let her boy settle to be a warrior for her own idle amusement. It simply isn’t her nature, or his.
When he glances past Orion, he can just barely see the lining of the ridge high above. Then he looks to the southeast where, far beyond, there is the invisible border that they share with Pangea.
Don’t go there, mother said.
But why?
It’s a place where you are not welcomed, where you do not belong.
His mismatched eyes lazily drift back to Orion, a languid smile still adorning his handsome face. ”I appreciate that,” because he truly does and wants to know that Nerine will be protected even years after he leaves and finds new beginnings. ”She isn’t so bad, my mother” Orion said nothing of this, but the boy is more or less thinking aloud, ”but she takes a while to get used to.” Mother has an iron fist and a voice as chilling as ice. There are days when he would be willing to abandon her side, but he is so protective – so watchful – of her and everything she does. ”If you gain her respect, you’ll have a strong ally.” She’s powerful, even this he knows. ”Will you be taking part in the fights?”
Only then does he finally look back to see the obsidian male.
”It is beautiful here,” he smiles, and it’s genuine, as he has great pride in his home. Unfortunately, he realizes that his time is limited here. This is a matriarchal society and mother wants something so much greater for him. She wants to see him create a name across Beqanna, to seize opportunities never thought possible. Nayl would never let her boy settle to be a warrior for her own idle amusement. It simply isn’t her nature, or his.
When he glances past Orion, he can just barely see the lining of the ridge high above. Then he looks to the southeast where, far beyond, there is the invisible border that they share with Pangea.
Don’t go there, mother said.
But why?
It’s a place where you are not welcomed, where you do not belong.
His mismatched eyes lazily drift back to Orion, a languid smile still adorning his handsome face. ”I appreciate that,” because he truly does and wants to know that Nerine will be protected even years after he leaves and finds new beginnings. ”She isn’t so bad, my mother” Orion said nothing of this, but the boy is more or less thinking aloud, ”but she takes a while to get used to.” Mother has an iron fist and a voice as chilling as ice. There are days when he would be willing to abandon her side, but he is so protective – so watchful – of her and everything she does. ”If you gain her respect, you’ll have a strong ally.” She’s powerful, even this he knows. ”Will you be taking part in the fights?”