His legs and parts of his buttocks were peppered with the scrapes and cuts that he had earned while travelling across the craggy cliffs of the Dusk Court - the last territory in the realm that had gone unexplored by the silver eyed male. The trek over the rocky bluffs, while smaller than the Arma Mountains of his home, was far more treacherous and there had been many a time where the stallion's heart had skipped a beat for the fear of tumbling into the ravenous ocean below.
Despite the difficulty of the travel and the exhaustion that now plagued his very bones, however, the dark bay had made it to a prairie nestled between sharp peaks. Gaze of moonlight travelling up, up, up, following the line of the closest cliff, Camdis Lohir wondered if they ever scraped at the sky's belly and if the sky had ever bled. What would come from the tear? He wondered as he stood at the foot of the mountain, an ant before a god, a grain of sand before the sea.
"Do you think it would hurt?" He asked no one in particular, voice scratchy and low from disuse, "If the heavens cried out in pain, would we feel it, too?"
Camdis was not sure that he wanted the answer to that question. He had so many questions already that he was sure that they would begin to fall from his eyes, lips, nostrils, and ears, a never ending stream of ?????
With a small smile, the stallion spoke once more, his voice carried away by the wind, "Don't answer that."
Despite the difficulty of the travel and the exhaustion that now plagued his very bones, however, the dark bay had made it to a prairie nestled between sharp peaks. Gaze of moonlight travelling up, up, up, following the line of the closest cliff, Camdis Lohir wondered if they ever scraped at the sky's belly and if the sky had ever bled. What would come from the tear? He wondered as he stood at the foot of the mountain, an ant before a god, a grain of sand before the sea.
"Do you think it would hurt?" He asked no one in particular, voice scratchy and low from disuse, "If the heavens cried out in pain, would we feel it, too?"
Camdis was not sure that he wanted the answer to that question. He had so many questions already that he was sure that they would begin to fall from his eyes, lips, nostrils, and ears, a never ending stream of ?????
With a small smile, the stallion spoke once more, his voice carried away by the wind, "Don't answer that."
