11-02-2016, 12:53 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
The wind was all he needed. With his wings outstretched Tiphon took flight from the island and watched as the world shrunk away. This is the most he has trusted his small wings after weeks of having strengthened them. With Beqanna still recovering he takes to assuming that he will never again see his own majestic wings or the magic he knows to course through his veins. The only taste of it is if he travels to the Mountain for that succulent tease of what once was.
He spares it a glance during his flight. The titanic peak juts through the clouds and reigns supreme as the largest landmark. It almost mocks him with how it stands with an occasional glimmer of magic peeking through the shadows. Tilting away he tries to look elsewhere, but eventually finds himself nearing the meadow.
His arrival is muted and calculated. His hooves alight onto the grass with hardly a whisper and with practiced accuracy.
It has been a while since he has been here. Last he had seen a great mass still scrambling for refuge, but the buzzing activity has since settled. Homes have been established and now children will soon be on the way. Life, as always, continues after the disasters. With a weighted breath he stands immobile and lets himself fall victim to his brewing thoughts.
He spares it a glance during his flight. The titanic peak juts through the clouds and reigns supreme as the largest landmark. It almost mocks him with how it stands with an occasional glimmer of magic peeking through the shadows. Tilting away he tries to look elsewhere, but eventually finds himself nearing the meadow.
His arrival is muted and calculated. His hooves alight onto the grass with hardly a whisper and with practiced accuracy.
It has been a while since he has been here. Last he had seen a great mass still scrambling for refuge, but the buzzing activity has since settled. Homes have been established and now children will soon be on the way. Life, as always, continues after the disasters. With a weighted breath he stands immobile and lets himself fall victim to his brewing thoughts.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION