05-29-2019, 03:24 PM
He would have been content with less intriguing thoughts - with skimming the trivial, the mundane from the mind of a quiet grazer. But he is given far more than expected, maybe even more than he wanted, and as his searching mind finally locks onto another consciousness, bleary eyes snap open. He rolls onto his belly, the weight of sleep suddenly lifted.
There is a clarity to these strange feelings and images that he does not often see in daydreams or fantasies; these thoughts read like truth. But their content, the rivers of fire and blood, that is something which could not have happened, not in this lifetime. He would have felt these things in the minds of the elders before. He would have heard this story if it happened in this Tephra, of this age.
It may be the important most information to ever cross his mind, and it is enough to make him stir from his sheltered nook and do something against his nature.
Firen stands as the painted stallion passes him, and his face is a familiar one. They have never met - Firen has officially met very few outside his immediate family - but he has sketched the horned stallions character from the minds of others and often seen him in the distance. Firen is not one to intervene, he is a watcher, he is listener, but he needs to know.
"Warden," the dark yearling calls in the common tongue, and the word feels strange in his wolfish mouth.
"Wait."
The young wolf had been so absorbed by Warden's strange and significant visions that he hadn't even noticed the girl's mind, and his surprise is easy to read when he catches sight of her. So rarely did anyone ever sneak up on him, he feels disoriented and caught off guard seeing someone before he feels their consciousness. She is speaking, bold and brave, just as he catches sight of her and suddenly he has forgotten all about the rivers of blood and the sky falling.
But he just stands there, black lips slightly parted and red eyes staring, too afraid to read her mind and find out what she thinks of him.
@[Warden] @[Phesque] he is so awkward i apologize XD
There is a clarity to these strange feelings and images that he does not often see in daydreams or fantasies; these thoughts read like truth. But their content, the rivers of fire and blood, that is something which could not have happened, not in this lifetime. He would have felt these things in the minds of the elders before. He would have heard this story if it happened in this Tephra, of this age.
It may be the important most information to ever cross his mind, and it is enough to make him stir from his sheltered nook and do something against his nature.
Firen stands as the painted stallion passes him, and his face is a familiar one. They have never met - Firen has officially met very few outside his immediate family - but he has sketched the horned stallions character from the minds of others and often seen him in the distance. Firen is not one to intervene, he is a watcher, he is listener, but he needs to know.
"Warden," the dark yearling calls in the common tongue, and the word feels strange in his wolfish mouth.
"Wait."
The young wolf had been so absorbed by Warden's strange and significant visions that he hadn't even noticed the girl's mind, and his surprise is easy to read when he catches sight of her. So rarely did anyone ever sneak up on him, he feels disoriented and caught off guard seeing someone before he feels their consciousness. She is speaking, bold and brave, just as he catches sight of her and suddenly he has forgotten all about the rivers of blood and the sky falling.
But he just stands there, black lips slightly parted and red eyes staring, too afraid to read her mind and find out what she thinks of him.
@[Warden] @[Phesque] he is so awkward i apologize XD
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