10-04-2020, 02:23 PM
Lord Maoz
Take all your possibilities and take away the limits
A gentle breeze shifted the grass of the meadow, the blades swaying leisurely as gold hooves pushed their way through. Maoz's ale figure was stark against the green of his surroundings, his golden stripes catching the sun as he moved - much to his companion's annoyance. The pale lion did his best to pay attention to where they were headed, but it was difficult to do with the light constantly being flashed in his eyes from the stallion's body, and he was thankful when they came across a more shaded area.
Maoz had no idea how long it had been since he'd taken the time to relax, it seemed like such a simple thing; yet, he could rarely tear himself away from his travels - he felt restless, after all. A deep sigh escaped him as the cool grass tickled his white coat, and the lion did not protest to a break. He lay his aching paws onto the cool dirt, huffing towards his bull-like friend. An apologetic dip of the head was all Maoz could offer, it was times like these where he wished he could express his gratitude for the companionship. Often times, he wished there was even just a moment where he could speak, so that he could give his thanks in earnest.
Blue eyes searched the sky, though his thoughts were not following the shapes of the clouds. He thinks instead of the words he would say if he had the chance to speak, of the things he would tell his friends and his daughter, and how he hoped the pride coated his tongue like the sweetest honey. A part of his heart broke, knowing he could never tell her that she made him proud. Sensing the discomfort, the lion gave a soft lick to one of Maoz's hocks in attempt to give some sort of reassurance, but his friend's mind was clearly elsewhere, as his eyes kept to the endless sky above them.
Maoz had no idea how long it had been since he'd taken the time to relax, it seemed like such a simple thing; yet, he could rarely tear himself away from his travels - he felt restless, after all. A deep sigh escaped him as the cool grass tickled his white coat, and the lion did not protest to a break. He lay his aching paws onto the cool dirt, huffing towards his bull-like friend. An apologetic dip of the head was all Maoz could offer, it was times like these where he wished he could express his gratitude for the companionship. Often times, he wished there was even just a moment where he could speak, so that he could give his thanks in earnest.
Blue eyes searched the sky, though his thoughts were not following the shapes of the clouds. He thinks instead of the words he would say if he had the chance to speak, of the things he would tell his friends and his daughter, and how he hoped the pride coated his tongue like the sweetest honey. A part of his heart broke, knowing he could never tell her that she made him proud. Sensing the discomfort, the lion gave a soft lick to one of Maoz's hocks in attempt to give some sort of reassurance, but his friend's mind was clearly elsewhere, as his eyes kept to the endless sky above them.
@[clarissa]