[PRP] That which wanders the country side

[lysia_nyteblade]

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This is a private RP between myself and Astoria. Please do not post unless invited to join.  

[lysia_nyteblade]

Mishal walked along a familiar path. He was doing the usual checks he'd done every day since the remnants of his herd had come to these new lands. His eyes were watching everything and hi ears constantly a swivel his hooves stepped over the fallen and partially decayed trunk of a tree. His brothers were al joined around their camp no doubt discussing what was to happen for building their new home in these lands. He was all too happy to let them discuss all of this while he made good on his vows to protect the herd. their numbers were few now and he was more determined than ever to keep it safe.


The reddish orang flames that bade up his mane and tail crackled and blazed as he pushed forward, ever moving except for an odd occasion when he paused to listen a little. Things were quiet, and quiet though good could also mean not so good. His ears gave a small flick as a bird whistled in the distance. Waiting a while longer, he heard a few more happy chirpings in the trees in the distance.


His withers giving a rolling shudder almost like a shrugging motion, he continued his silent track around the perimeter. It seemed tonight like most other nights was meant to be as uneventful as they came. But who said safety was supposed to always be full of fighting? Some times it was the more mundane things that were the more easing to those you kept vigil for. For his brothers and the promise of growing their numbers once more in these new lands, He'd take the quiet over the storm any day.

Gods and goddesses alike knew he'd seen enough storms in his life time. Closing his eyes, he tried to force his mind away from where it had seemed to wander. When he opened them once more, he let out a slow a steady breath. One day at a time. Though each day still some how seemed to feel like an eternity since he'd felt such joy in his life. The image of her bright blue flames were still burned in his mind's eye.

Truly he'd never been so happy, nor did he dream to be ever again. It was a melancholy though to say the least. His brothers were all the fuss of where the best place to set down permanent roots would be in hope of better sustaining their smaller numbers but yet still with room enough to grow eventually. It was all left to be bitter ash in his mouth when he though of what the future might hold for him. Hope filled his brethren and yet here he stood still resisting against hope's pull like a fly attempting to resist the web of a spider.