The night spread out before him and he lifted his crimson eyes to the heavens as a chilly breeze raked fingers across his coat. It was cold here at night, it always was in Solterra when darkness settled over the land. It was as if Caligo envied her brother and forced her shadows upon the nation with an icy vengeance but, Solis would return and banish her from his lands once more..
Ramses walked easily over the sands as he approached the Oasis, his body ached with the many miles he’d travelled over the last several days. He’d migrated from the capitol but the poverty he’d witnessed had driven him back into the desert, where he expected such things.
Ramses had little sympathy for those citizens as they allowed his tribe to be slaughtered but it made it no easier to see. His longing for the kill didn’t apply to starving orphans and widows, he couldn’t forget their somber faces. He mulled all these thoughts over as his hooves met the dark waters of the Oasis. The stallion stared out across the water with those blood-red eyes, they were unyielding and reflected the primal nature within him.
Ears flicked about as the wind rustled the greenery around him and Ramses listened for any movement with his nose lifted in the air. He tasted it all on his tongue, the aroma of flowers and the freshness of the lake, it was all familiar. The crisp night seemed eternal as it continued to block Solis’ reign for a few more hours. A huff escaped him as he entered the water and he sighed with relief as the cold moved over his sore muscles, the sensation drew tension from him. It had been some time since his body felt this way and he knew it was because he no longer travelled with the Davke, they rarely rested and their bodies were hardened from the harshness of the dunes. The coyote had accepted that he was no longer one of them, even if his blood ran thick with their beliefs and traditions.
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Ramses walked easily over the sands as he approached the Oasis, his body ached with the many miles he’d travelled over the last several days. He’d migrated from the capitol but the poverty he’d witnessed had driven him back into the desert, where he expected such things.
Ramses had little sympathy for those citizens as they allowed his tribe to be slaughtered but it made it no easier to see. His longing for the kill didn’t apply to starving orphans and widows, he couldn’t forget their somber faces. He mulled all these thoughts over as his hooves met the dark waters of the Oasis. The stallion stared out across the water with those blood-red eyes, they were unyielding and reflected the primal nature within him.
Ears flicked about as the wind rustled the greenery around him and Ramses listened for any movement with his nose lifted in the air. He tasted it all on his tongue, the aroma of flowers and the freshness of the lake, it was all familiar. The crisp night seemed eternal as it continued to block Solis’ reign for a few more hours. A huff escaped him as he entered the water and he sighed with relief as the cold moved over his sore muscles, the sensation drew tension from him. It had been some time since his body felt this way and he knew it was because he no longer travelled with the Davke, they rarely rested and their bodies were hardened from the harshness of the dunes. The coyote had accepted that he was no longer one of them, even if his blood ran thick with their beliefs and traditions.
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