ONCE MORE
AN ERA IS FADING
Word had traveled far and fast about the festival that Dawn Court had prepared, and Relic? Well. He'd most certainly dragged himself out of pillows and blankets (a humble nap, nothing more than that), and had begun his trek. It was a shame he wasn't part of the court, but he found that Dusk had long settled his needs and was one he could grow in to and soothe from the sidelines. Where he could pour his now mortal soul in to. Dusk had been there for him when he'd found no liking to the others, and it was no different even as cloven hooves led him through the many others that attended.
He was careful with his steps and his mighty horns, nodding towards those that stared at him (perhaps staring at the blank right eye, milky and scarred over?), and smiling as he made his way. Earning stares was nothing new for the stallion, he was used to them wherever he went. It wasn't often that one found someone that very nearly reflected the heavens above in hues that danced on scales, hooves, and horns. Relic wore the nebulae and cosmos as a second skin, wrapped tight and entwined with himself, deep down to his core, pulsing with his heart.
He has come a long way, even to Novus, through eons and lands that were simply ash and dust in the wind, old songs not even remembered. Perhaps he was the only one that did remember, carrying the weight of shattered legacies in the back of his mind, the only living being that could recite the old text and words, the old lines. All of them, naught but a wink in time, a drop in a bucket.
The old soul moved with a light gait; he may have been immortal at some point, but shedding it off had left him at a prime eight years, still youthful, full of energy and strength.
Coming to a turn, cloven hooves paused, and he blinked a moment, glad he had stopped before he had practically bowled the fiery haired woman over. "Pardon me," he began, ears twisting forward slightly as his head moved, the sunlight catching on scales and bathing him in starfire. It gleamed and shimmered, running down the length of his spine, peeking out in rocky and craggy scales that lined up on either side of soft white hair.
She shimmered like the sun and flames dancing on bonfires where hushed voices crowded to weave old tales, something that brought a warmth of familiarity, and caused him to draw his lips back in his smile, just slightly, fangs showing a little more prominently in his joyous moment.
He was careful with his steps and his mighty horns, nodding towards those that stared at him (perhaps staring at the blank right eye, milky and scarred over?), and smiling as he made his way. Earning stares was nothing new for the stallion, he was used to them wherever he went. It wasn't often that one found someone that very nearly reflected the heavens above in hues that danced on scales, hooves, and horns. Relic wore the nebulae and cosmos as a second skin, wrapped tight and entwined with himself, deep down to his core, pulsing with his heart.
He has come a long way, even to Novus, through eons and lands that were simply ash and dust in the wind, old songs not even remembered. Perhaps he was the only one that did remember, carrying the weight of shattered legacies in the back of his mind, the only living being that could recite the old text and words, the old lines. All of them, naught but a wink in time, a drop in a bucket.
The old soul moved with a light gait; he may have been immortal at some point, but shedding it off had left him at a prime eight years, still youthful, full of energy and strength.
Coming to a turn, cloven hooves paused, and he blinked a moment, glad he had stopped before he had practically bowled the fiery haired woman over. "Pardon me," he began, ears twisting forward slightly as his head moved, the sunlight catching on scales and bathing him in starfire. It gleamed and shimmered, running down the length of his spine, peeking out in rocky and craggy scales that lined up on either side of soft white hair.
She shimmered like the sun and flames dancing on bonfires where hushed voices crowded to weave old tales, something that brought a warmth of familiarity, and caused him to draw his lips back in his smile, just slightly, fangs showing a little more prominently in his joyous moment.
@Pandora || eeee i am so excited you have no idea omg
