09-06-2016, 08:31 PM
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Although the Mountain revives the magic in their souls Tiphon remains grounded and clambers up the trail shortly after Ea. His lungs scream for the air that thins around them, ever wanting more, but still he moves. The muscles of his body are ropes tightening with every exerting, tiresome step as he stays within close proximity of the girl. <i>”Ea,”</i> his voice is barely above a whisper only to reassure her that she is not alone; she will never be alone while he is alive. He looks back across his shoulder once to see how far they have climbed before looking forward and seeing what remains. Their determination, their passion, ignites fires in their souls that urge them to continue without hesitation. They want a home, they want security for their family.
They stop as a unit, but Tiphon is barely behind her with his shoulder nearly pressing against her ribcage. A strong wind, untouched by the barricade of trees seen below, whips his locks in every direction until it finally settles with an eerie hush. Interestedly, Tiphon listens to Ea’s plead and he nods in agreement, his heart continuing to hammer in hope that they will be answered.
There is no need to add more to what has been said; his heart, embracing his family back in the meadow, aches for the hopes of being able to provide them what they need to survive.
It groans in shame at what the residents have done to anger Beqanna and how they have been so reckless and greedy.
It screams for forgiveness.
What he lacks in words is made up with the passion, love, and devotion in his pounding heart. His molten eyes look at Ea before his muzzle reaches to her shoulder, nudging her as they wait anxiously and hopefully.
</div><div class="tiphonname">TIPHON</div><div class="tiphonlines">STARLACE AND INFECTION</div></div></center>
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They stop as a unit, but Tiphon is barely behind her with his shoulder nearly pressing against her ribcage. A strong wind, untouched by the barricade of trees seen below, whips his locks in every direction until it finally settles with an eerie hush. Interestedly, Tiphon listens to Ea’s plead and he nods in agreement, his heart continuing to hammer in hope that they will be answered.
There is no need to add more to what has been said; his heart, embracing his family back in the meadow, aches for the hopes of being able to provide them what they need to survive.
It groans in shame at what the residents have done to anger Beqanna and how they have been so reckless and greedy.
It screams for forgiveness.
What he lacks in words is made up with the passion, love, and devotion in his pounding heart. His molten eyes look at Ea before his muzzle reaches to her shoulder, nudging her as they wait anxiously and hopefully.
</div><div class="tiphonname">TIPHON</div><div class="tiphonlines">STARLACE AND INFECTION</div></div></center>