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Posted by BARAQEL; on January 13, 2009, 8:15 am, in reply to "thread;" To be honest (and not like he’ll ever admit this openly to anyone), Baraqel enjoys sunsets.
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He doesn’t enjoy them because of their beauty, and definitely not for any romantic aspect it might present (Romance is, for all intents and purposes, Greek to Baraqel. No, worse than Greek. Ancient Mayan. Romance is Ancient Mayan to Baraqel.) He loves the splendid conflagration of colors – a molten eruption that far transcends anything that he, in his cathartic and dynamic lifestyle, can ever create.
So he stands there, half of his attention on the sunset and the other half on the silhouettes moving to and fro across the sand dunes.
Baraqel himself makes an interesting shadow – the setting sun paints him vivid crimson, and his hooves smolder slightly, occasionally letting off a spontaneous tongue of flame while the Lightning which has tailed him since birth simmers off of him in static pulses. But he is restful, thoughtful – Kratos, his brother, has a son and a mate and they are coming to visit him soon. Baraqel fully intends to gloat relentlessly over his Gold title, and essentially make a jackass of himself as he loves to do. He will not let on to the fact that just a tiny part of him is lent to jealousy – he loved Aelina, but not enough to make her stay, apparently. He thought he was developing feelings for Lebanon and was so terrified by the entire ordeal that he lost himself in Blitzkrieg and now she’s off somewhere else. He has no idea who one of his sons is, and the other is a mutated chemical disaster, and a scholar to boot.
Apparently, some important screw is loose somewhere in Baraqel’s mind.
Sterling’s greeting distracts him from his thoughts, and he turns to the stallion with a dip of his golden head. “Hey,” his tone is placid, subdued by his thoughts, “Haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new, or am I negligent?”
It could definitely go either way. Baraqel isn’t exactly Ambassador Extraordinaire.
I mean, he practically blew up that Maximus guy and very well still might. Win.
I'm the voice inside your head you refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right, I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that'll take you down
bring you to your knees
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