01-03-2019, 06:26 PM
The world was wider than he could have known. Grassy plains, ice encrusted islands. It was a magical place, and he had seen and found more in the last year than he could have guessed at. The time away had left its mark on him. Veins of ice mapped across his skin, frozen reminders that he loved deeply. It had been a year of transformation, but it had been a long time from home as well.
Home was a relative term, to be sure. For him, it meant family, and the last place he had seen his kin was Nerine. That was where he had left his mother when the fey summons had called. Where he'd learned a measure of respect for the father he'd known just met. Where he'd led his golden treasure. His songbird girl.
It was her scent he trailed now. Entering the bounds of the kingdom, his aurene eyes swept the strangely empty landscape for signs of the lovely Venus. The changes he had seen in other kingdoms had not spared the rocky peninsula. Hardly a soul marked the furrowed steppe, watching his shadow glide across is. Horse shaped, but still feeling the lust of power lingering in the back of his mind.
At last his wings dropped him to the dull grass. As cold as the sky had been, the land was not much warmer. Crystals of ice gathered in his mane and tail, crusting his fetlocks and ears. Cold, everything was cold. Today he was tired of cold. Today he sought heat.
@[Venus]
Home was a relative term, to be sure. For him, it meant family, and the last place he had seen his kin was Nerine. That was where he had left his mother when the fey summons had called. Where he'd learned a measure of respect for the father he'd known just met. Where he'd led his golden treasure. His songbird girl.
It was her scent he trailed now. Entering the bounds of the kingdom, his aurene eyes swept the strangely empty landscape for signs of the lovely Venus. The changes he had seen in other kingdoms had not spared the rocky peninsula. Hardly a soul marked the furrowed steppe, watching his shadow glide across is. Horse shaped, but still feeling the lust of power lingering in the back of his mind.
At last his wings dropped him to the dull grass. As cold as the sky had been, the land was not much warmer. Crystals of ice gathered in his mane and tail, crusting his fetlocks and ears. Cold, everything was cold. Today he was tired of cold. Today he sought heat.
@[Venus]