08-06-2015, 02:28 AM
He knew what it was to feel alone. The mighty titan had lost what he had held so dear, so close to his heart, and was left to wander aimlessly. If he had a voice things might have been easier but it wasn't to be.He had given up his voice for love, and he was convinced that only love would bring it back.
Rocinante had wandered Beqanna in search of just that love. His days were spent in silent vigilance, righting wrongs and defending the weak. While his nights were spent alone with only the memory of his princess to keep him from falling. He held his head high and maintained his watch because he knew one day he would find a love of his own and his curse would be broken. So it was when he found himself in the field.
The spring sun warmed his blue roan pelt, making it gleam like a gem. His mane and tail he kept short giving him a militaristic appearance. His gait was precise and his demeanor calm.he was a knight, he knew, and proud to be one. He kept evil at bay and protected the weak, quite content to do so in silence and without thanks. He had figured out a primitive mode of communication by mouthing words against the flesh of those that let him get close enough, but it was inefficient and seldom used since very few were willing to get that personal.
He takes heavy steps into the lush, verdant fields on the look out for his princess. The beautiful Camelia that he had pledged his life and service to. The titan had been devastated when she had left. Everything he stood for had collapsed when he awoke one morn to find her gone. Even still he searched for her in the hopes that one day she would return to him.
Watchful eyes scanned the clusters of mares hoping to see her golden pelt but alas today she wasn't here either. Instead he spotted a graceful cream doe, running like the devil himself was at her heels. Tossing his head he can here towards her, slowing down at a respectable distance and approaching closer at a walk. Head held high and hooves proudly raised , he pranced towards her. Here was a damsel in distress if he ever saw one. He stops a short distance away and bows low before her. Here is a beautiful princess in need of protection. He would never give up on his little girl, but this creature needed someone far more than Camelia ever did. His deep brown eyes take in the mares scarred and bloody hide and he feels an anger rise in the back of his throat. Who could do such a thing to someone so innocent?
Raising back to his feet he tries to call out to her feeling the air whistle through his maw without the accompanying noises. He only hopes that this mare will accept him enough to allow him to draw close, though he doesn't have the honeybees words to woo her.
Rocinante had wandered Beqanna in search of just that love. His days were spent in silent vigilance, righting wrongs and defending the weak. While his nights were spent alone with only the memory of his princess to keep him from falling. He held his head high and maintained his watch because he knew one day he would find a love of his own and his curse would be broken. So it was when he found himself in the field.
The spring sun warmed his blue roan pelt, making it gleam like a gem. His mane and tail he kept short giving him a militaristic appearance. His gait was precise and his demeanor calm.he was a knight, he knew, and proud to be one. He kept evil at bay and protected the weak, quite content to do so in silence and without thanks. He had figured out a primitive mode of communication by mouthing words against the flesh of those that let him get close enough, but it was inefficient and seldom used since very few were willing to get that personal.
He takes heavy steps into the lush, verdant fields on the look out for his princess. The beautiful Camelia that he had pledged his life and service to. The titan had been devastated when she had left. Everything he stood for had collapsed when he awoke one morn to find her gone. Even still he searched for her in the hopes that one day she would return to him.
Watchful eyes scanned the clusters of mares hoping to see her golden pelt but alas today she wasn't here either. Instead he spotted a graceful cream doe, running like the devil himself was at her heels. Tossing his head he can here towards her, slowing down at a respectable distance and approaching closer at a walk. Head held high and hooves proudly raised , he pranced towards her. Here was a damsel in distress if he ever saw one. He stops a short distance away and bows low before her. Here is a beautiful princess in need of protection. He would never give up on his little girl, but this creature needed someone far more than Camelia ever did. His deep brown eyes take in the mares scarred and bloody hide and he feels an anger rise in the back of his throat. Who could do such a thing to someone so innocent?
Raising back to his feet he tries to call out to her feeling the air whistle through his maw without the accompanying noises. He only hopes that this mare will accept him enough to allow him to draw close, though he doesn't have the honeybees words to woo her.