Posted by chronos on June 25, 2008, 6:34 pm
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He stood silent, waiting.
For what? He did not know.
In the pitch blackness of a starless night - - there was too much cloud cover for even the slightest ray to peer through - - he made no motion. Muscular limbs, taut with unnecessary anticipation, were immobile and simply rooted to the earth. They had seen many miles, and yet the simplest of steps (nothing more than a mechanical motion! It was so, sadly, simple) was an impossibility. The cause of this reluctance was quite unclear, and so it seemed even to the stallion himself. He did not stare wildly around at the darkness that enshrouded him, even as a sudden movement in the murk disturbed the hesitant quietude. Nothing could distract him. There was not even the slightest inkling of apprehension upon the stern facade that stared unblinkingly forward. Why do you not move, asked the night again? Why?
The sunlight could reveal him much more accurately than moonlight ever could. For in this unending tide of shadow, he simply melted into the backdrop. The pelt of rich charcoal clung tight against a bulky frame, rich with well-proportioned muscle that seemed to inherently grace him as a skillful combatant. And yet, the eyes of the stallion told otherwise. They held no immediate desire for blood, for violence, for vengeance. Perhaps they had seen enough. The darkened pools revealed little, and the knowledge that pervaded them seemed so hidden, as if it were behind a door whose key had long been lost.
How long did he simply stand there? He did not know, for time did not seem to pass at all this night. There was nothing to keep track of the minutes that idly ticked, that flung themselves forward in sacrifice, praying for his fleeting life. How careless (they thought), how selfish that he does nothing with what was given to him! Time, he smiled quietly to himself, how you irk thee. And, without a second thought, he moved forward into the grandeur without looking back.
Name: chronos
Age: ten
Breed: friesian
Gender: stallion
Strength: stoic but can express compassion, not easily angered
Weakness: very protective, guarded
Minor Objective: obtain three friends
Super Objective: find someone that completely trusts him
Harem Preference: andarin or ni’srilan
Intended Class [What's this?]: scholar
ABOUT YOU:
Name (or Alias): eventide
Contact Info: fleetingshapes@gmail.com
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