4 Year Old
Stallion
Realmkeeper of
The Wastes
Aurum
7 posts
Played by LUCID.
Offline
COLOSSUS
Crownless
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Mar 24, 2016 12:56:11 GMT -6
Post by COLOSSUS on Mar 24, 2016 12:56:11 GMT -6
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It had been two long days of restlessness before this point, heading down into the wastes. Colossus moved at a fast past down the semi-steep slope, wild auburn tangles whipping around his face. He could not wait for the cover of the cliffs to shield him, because while the weather was nice, a slight chill was always surging through his body like a lit up electrical socket. It could have been the gnawing of Hyssop, though he tried his hardest not to think about his counterpart too much. There was a lot at stake in this new life of his, caring little for titles but wanting the world at his feet. The ambition was a carefully placed amount of greed, an insatiable hunger for more. Overhead, Colossus could hear the drawling caw! caw! caw! of Abel as the two of them descended down into the wasteland, which strangely enough brought him comfort.
It seemed that no one was around, so the red stallion took it upon himself to stretch out and thrash his head about to release the tensions of two long, drawn out days. Bright emerald eyes scanned the surrounding area thereafter, slowly grinning to himself. His head was spinning, though; he felt his counterpart wishing to come out, even though his door was barred with chains and steel. The cursed man found a few small morsels of grass and picked them up carefully. For the first time in a while, Colossus relaxed his body and paid very little mind to what was around him.
Abel was the one who found the stranger, though even as he passed the red stallion he sounded no alarm and went back toward the howling winds in search of prey, knowing his keeper would be just fine.
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3 Year Old
Stallion
None of
Aurum
7 posts
Played by Kezz
Offline
ossian
Crownless
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Mar 27, 2016 6:25:50 GMT -6
Post by ossian on Mar 27, 2016 6:25:50 GMT -6
I drank for six days straight, til gin came out my eyes. •
Ossian did not know greed, nor ambition. Certainly he recognised the caliginous light in the eyes of others whom knew such qualities very well, but like a man in a foreign land he did not speak their tongue. From afar he had seen lives torn apart by the rapacious desire for excess, for supremacy, though equally he had witnessed great fortune fill the hands of those who'd had the tenacity and vigor to claim it for themselves. In fact even firsthand Ossian had been touched by the fickle poison of opulence and fame: his mother. She had once been adored, revered, but upon a series of unfortunate events she saw such moral riches dashed and divided like a million stars on the night sky. Her tale was a desperate one, and Ossian had suffered terribly for it; his childhood had been a black string of encounters with strange men seeking his mother's services. And so from even a young age the silver-haired man had developed a thick distaste for anything akin to power; he sought the quiet, the gentle hum of dusk against his cloaked skin - never the light, no, never the light.
He moved at a sedate pace, muscles oscillating beneath taught mottled skin, gold eyes tracing the horizon. It was barren here, not that he minded in the least, but still he could not shake the feeling that he was not alone in this open wasteland. The stallion paused, scarred face cast up to the sky - had he imagined the stark caw of a crow? Apparently not. He watched as it circled back, growing smaller and smaller as it rode the winds north of this strange white land. Ossian's eye however was thus drawn to the sight of something quite different: another of his own kind, grazing not far from where he stood. The stranger was taller and heavier than he, with a skin that Ossian could only define as the colour of dried blood and eyes which rivalled the evergreen forests from whence he himself had come. For several moments, the roan man simply stared - his gaze hooded with thick and guarded indifference. It had been many months since his last encounter, through no fault but his own and he didn't see why his seclusion should be broken now.
Ossian turned, the breeze flushing against his lean body as he began his silent departure.
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4 Year Old
Stallion
Realmkeeper of
The Wastes
Aurum
7 posts
Played by LUCID.
Offline
COLOSSUS
Crownless
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Apr 6, 2016 17:51:23 GMT -6
Post by COLOSSUS on Apr 6, 2016 17:51:23 GMT -6
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Acting clueless was easy. It was keeping the other man's attention long enough to distract and also refocus. Colossus could fend the bad man away in seconds, save the right state of mind. It was exhausting on him, though he would never say that out loud. It could have been assumed that he was just unstable, but the real face was not. In another life, maybe he could have made it. But the curse of Crown and Crow was a very familiar one. For him, anyway. It was unlikely anyone remembered the thunderous red man and his once savage lifestyle.
Drawing closer ( and, he had even forgotten he had started moving ) Colossus decided to stop. He did not want to creep any closer, in fear that he would only be aggitating the stranger. The shyness came from many long days of being alone, Hyssop whistling in his ear every single second. With what sanity he had left, he straightened his mood out and let his green eyes fall on the silver man, bobbing his head twice in acknowledgement.
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