11-30-2017, 07:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-03-2017, 02:57 PM by Diable Rouge.)
Diable Rouge
>All that is left of his previous life is memories. His mother's russet skin, her dazzling hazel eyes. Kaiode's dark pelt and swiveling ears, the way he frolicked about without a care in the world. The way he and the twins played.
The twins.
Solace.
Seasons changed and the Beqanna he had first traveled to was a much different one. Change was part of life, he knew that, but it didn't settle the twisting feeling in his stomach or the unease of his mind. With his world being turned upside-down around him, he figured this was as good a time as any to do something he had put off for way too long.
So he leaves Phoebus in the loving, protective care of his mother, and journeys across dark forests, vast planes, and treacherous waters until he reaches it.
Hyaline.
Word traveled fast to Tephra (where an alliance was made with the mountain herd) that Amet had taken his leave as its Caretaker. In his place, Solace was to become leader; although she was not his own, he felt a deep sense of pride in his chest. Making things right was much less of a want, but rather, a need. Especially now, with Gryffen's army ever-growing and Ellyse still searching for an Overseer of Tephra...he had to let her know he wasn't angry at her.
He never had been.
The mountain comes alive with spring - the colorful trees soak up the warmth of the sun's rays, enjoying every second of it. The lake glistens, crystal clear and beautiful. He knows the little light should be around here somewhere...anywhere. He is hidden in the trees without actually trying to be, and as his good eye scans the surrounding area, it takes him but a moment to spot her.
Grown. He had missed so much of her childhood wallowing in his own pity, and now here she is, a young mare, no longer the filly he knew. But, he knew it was her; how could he forget her skin of gold and her sapphire streaked mane? She is staring where he had been a moment before, and with a deep breath, he reveals himself.
"The little light..." He mutters, voice trailing. "She isn't so little anymore." He does not approach any closer, he simply faces her. He swallows the lump in his throat, the only thing keeping the tears at bay. He wondered if she would even remember him...
"Solace...can we talk?"
The twins.
Solace.
Seasons changed and the Beqanna he had first traveled to was a much different one. Change was part of life, he knew that, but it didn't settle the twisting feeling in his stomach or the unease of his mind. With his world being turned upside-down around him, he figured this was as good a time as any to do something he had put off for way too long.
So he leaves Phoebus in the loving, protective care of his mother, and journeys across dark forests, vast planes, and treacherous waters until he reaches it.
Hyaline.
Word traveled fast to Tephra (where an alliance was made with the mountain herd) that Amet had taken his leave as its Caretaker. In his place, Solace was to become leader; although she was not his own, he felt a deep sense of pride in his chest. Making things right was much less of a want, but rather, a need. Especially now, with Gryffen's army ever-growing and Ellyse still searching for an Overseer of Tephra...he had to let her know he wasn't angry at her.
He never had been.
The mountain comes alive with spring - the colorful trees soak up the warmth of the sun's rays, enjoying every second of it. The lake glistens, crystal clear and beautiful. He knows the little light should be around here somewhere...anywhere. He is hidden in the trees without actually trying to be, and as his good eye scans the surrounding area, it takes him but a moment to spot her.
Grown. He had missed so much of her childhood wallowing in his own pity, and now here she is, a young mare, no longer the filly he knew. But, he knew it was her; how could he forget her skin of gold and her sapphire streaked mane? She is staring where he had been a moment before, and with a deep breath, he reveals himself.
"The little light..." He mutters, voice trailing. "She isn't so little anymore." He does not approach any closer, he simply faces her. He swallows the lump in his throat, the only thing keeping the tears at bay. He wondered if she would even remember him...
"Solace...can we talk?"
in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.
@[Solace] Hope it's okay he came to visit. It's long overdue!
@[Solace] Hope it's okay he came to visit. It's long overdue!