05-22-2018, 09:59 PM
The boy child is alone but he is not frightened. Mother had left him with quiet words as she and father departed from Nerine. His young lavender eyes observe the way father leans into the dark woman, his words of love are lost in the wing and Cru wishes for a moment that he may join them but he knows they he can not. He must stay in Beqanna, to make them proud, to carry their blood and make them proud.
The dark colt, draft in his stocky form and loght feathering, looking more and more like Murc every day. He has stayed in Nerine because it reminds him of Hestia, the salt air tasting of her skin and the dampness of a spring storm calling his name like she once had. The devastation of early on desertion a blossoming feeling but he does not hate her. He does not hate Murc. His destiny is set in Nerine and whomever mother had left in her wake to rule the sea choked land.
Cru walks over the craggy land, pale purple eyes slit slightly against the early morning sun. His long large legs moving the young colt with a practiced easy of many tumbles. His young body harbors an old soul and soon he would decide whether to stay within the familiar confines of Nerine or venture out.
((Cru is the kid of Hestia and Murc. Let's see where this all goes
))
The dark colt, draft in his stocky form and loght feathering, looking more and more like Murc every day. He has stayed in Nerine because it reminds him of Hestia, the salt air tasting of her skin and the dampness of a spring storm calling his name like she once had. The devastation of early on desertion a blossoming feeling but he does not hate her. He does not hate Murc. His destiny is set in Nerine and whomever mother had left in her wake to rule the sea choked land.
Cru walks over the craggy land, pale purple eyes slit slightly against the early morning sun. His long large legs moving the young colt with a practiced easy of many tumbles. His young body harbors an old soul and soon he would decide whether to stay within the familiar confines of Nerine or venture out.
((Cru is the kid of Hestia and Murc. Let's see where this all goes
))