09-21-2016, 10:47 PM
dark, you can't come soon enough for me
He’s still not quite sure what to think of this new world of theirs.
He’d been in the meadow when it’d happened. He’d been munching on a particularly luscious patch of grass when the world had begun to crumble before his very eyes. The ground had begun to shake and split and the trees had begun to fall, and he had quickly moved to join the stream of horses heading to the one place that stood still - a mountain that had appeared out of thin air.
He’d arrived just in time to hear the great fairy’s announcement, to see the traits stripped away from all of the acursed mythicals. He’d grinned then - the wide, happy grin of stallion that is seeing justice served - but that grin had quickly disappeared when he had realized that the mythicals would be given a chance to earn everything back. To earn ALL of their blighted magics back.
How, how could the fairies do this?! They’d seen the damage the mythicals had caused, had seen the wanton destruction their last battle had wrought …
To give them a second chance?! It’s unfathomable to him. Why give them a second shot at harming the world they’d already come so close to destroying?
But there’s no point in questioning the fairies. They will do what they want, like they have always done, and they will never bother explaining themselves to such small creatures as Szeth.
And so he wanders, a little happy at the steep decline in mythicals, but still keeping a close eye on the horses around him. Who knows what some of these horses are close to … ‘earning’ back.
He’s slipping through the thick trees of the forest when the sound of voices catches his ear. He stumbles through a thicket and into the middle of the group before he is able to backtrack. He freezes for a moment, brown eyes inspecting the strangers. A bay and green stallion, a black winged stallion (his lips can’t help but curl into a sneer at the sight), a grulla mare, and two young colts. The mare appears … apprehensive to his eye, so he nods politely at her while keeping an eye on the two stallions. Especially the winged one. “Miss, is everything all right?”
He’d been in the meadow when it’d happened. He’d been munching on a particularly luscious patch of grass when the world had begun to crumble before his very eyes. The ground had begun to shake and split and the trees had begun to fall, and he had quickly moved to join the stream of horses heading to the one place that stood still - a mountain that had appeared out of thin air.
He’d arrived just in time to hear the great fairy’s announcement, to see the traits stripped away from all of the acursed mythicals. He’d grinned then - the wide, happy grin of stallion that is seeing justice served - but that grin had quickly disappeared when he had realized that the mythicals would be given a chance to earn everything back. To earn ALL of their blighted magics back.
How, how could the fairies do this?! They’d seen the damage the mythicals had caused, had seen the wanton destruction their last battle had wrought …
To give them a second chance?! It’s unfathomable to him. Why give them a second shot at harming the world they’d already come so close to destroying?
But there’s no point in questioning the fairies. They will do what they want, like they have always done, and they will never bother explaining themselves to such small creatures as Szeth.
And so he wanders, a little happy at the steep decline in mythicals, but still keeping a close eye on the horses around him. Who knows what some of these horses are close to … ‘earning’ back.
He’s slipping through the thick trees of the forest when the sound of voices catches his ear. He stumbles through a thicket and into the middle of the group before he is able to backtrack. He freezes for a moment, brown eyes inspecting the strangers. A bay and green stallion, a black winged stallion (his lips can’t help but curl into a sneer at the sight), a grulla mare, and two young colts. The mare appears … apprehensive to his eye, so he nods politely at her while keeping an eye on the two stallions. Especially the winged one. “Miss, is everything all right?”