Takei
They had won — the Brotherhood. Takei’s family had grown during those moments of strength, and in the moments after. Even if the mutiny had backfired (even if Krone had remained on the throne and perhaps even punished them for their uprising in her bitterness), the blood-and-bone stallion is still proud to know that he has a Brotherhood that will stand alongside him in even the worst of situations. It’s a thought that comforts him during the darkness of the night, providing warmth even during the chilliest of days.
It’s one of those nights that he finds himself reflecting upon their victory. The meeting had provided them with enough suggestions to fortify their creed and oaths, to pile together a collection of words they will live by. He finds himself upon Ischia’s shore, watching the waves slowly roll on and off the sand under the reflection of the moon.
For a moment — lost in his thoughts — he is transported back to the island of his dreams. He still isn’t convinced of the island’s reality, but it had felt real enough. Orion had seemed real; the emotions had been real. But whether it had been only a nighttime dream or something physical, the memories he can recall are hazy from time.
A sound draws his attention away from the inner workings of his mind. Red ears twist toward the treeline behind him, his head soon following to see if anyone were approaching him. The tide tickles at his ankles, only barely reaching over the slope of his hooves as it runs in and out. “Hello?” His voice is firm in the moonlit haze, unafraid of whomever might be hiding from his vision.
It’s one of those nights that he finds himself reflecting upon their victory. The meeting had provided them with enough suggestions to fortify their creed and oaths, to pile together a collection of words they will live by. He finds himself upon Ischia’s shore, watching the waves slowly roll on and off the sand under the reflection of the moon.
For a moment — lost in his thoughts — he is transported back to the island of his dreams. He still isn’t convinced of the island’s reality, but it had felt real enough. Orion had seemed real; the emotions had been real. But whether it had been only a nighttime dream or something physical, the memories he can recall are hazy from time.
A sound draws his attention away from the inner workings of his mind. Red ears twist toward the treeline behind him, his head soon following to see if anyone were approaching him. The tide tickles at his ankles, only barely reaching over the slope of his hooves as it runs in and out. “Hello?” His voice is firm in the moonlit haze, unafraid of whomever might be hiding from his vision.
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
@[Kylin]