Dawn washed over the day court and coated everything in golden light, heat already forcing its way down the streets. The man sighed as the warmth settled over his skin, a familiar and welcome comfort. The skull on his shoulder jingled as he waltzed down the stone street, those crimson eyes analyzed each miniscule detail around him, something he’d retained from his time with the Davke. Towering above the citizens that scurried past him, he grunted in annoyance while his face remained devoid of emotion as they bumped into him.
In that moment, he decided he wouldn’t choose these streets over the vast openness of the desert. However, if he desired to be a politician he’d need to accept such small inconveniences and grow accustomed to the bustling of city life. A sly smile appeared on his velvety lips at the thought and the feral thing inside him roared. Oh how he longed for such influence - soon he would find a way.
Somehow he’d wandered deep into the capitol, down dark alleys and silent streets. It wasn’t as he’d imagined but Ramses had a good idea what would have caused such dilapidation, Raum. The tyrant had nearly destroyed Solterra, he’d been a poison embedded deep under the skin of their sunkissed nation. The coyote’s chest constricted with anger as he envisioned the tortures the silver skinned imposter had flung upon the citizens. If only someone could’ve stopped him sooner….
The stallion was promptly drawn from the depths of his own mind as a group appeared just before him, hidden by the shade of a dim alley. The beast halted, his muzzle lifted and eyes narrowing as he watched. He huffed quietly at the sight of the starving children, how could the nation allow such things to take place? How could they allow their future to starve?
Rage blurred the edges of his vision but his face remained fixed with that cold, indifferent expression.
Surprise suddenly bloomed in his chest as Ramses realized what was happening, the painted stranger was feeding the colts and fillies. Ramses didn’t care where he would’ve found such luxuries but he instantly respected the winged man as he continued his silent vigil.
Finally, when the youth had fled the other direction with quick, quiet “thank yous,” the giant allowed words to pour from his maw.
"“That was the only good thing I’ve seen since arriving,” it was a simple statement, one filled with a silent understanding and admiration. The winged stallion would’ve survived within the Davke, for the tribe knew the importance of partnership and nourishment.
"Where did you get it?" Ramses asked, his voice once again dull as he stared at the spot where those hungry foals had eaten before he lifted his gaze to the stranger once more.
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In that moment, he decided he wouldn’t choose these streets over the vast openness of the desert. However, if he desired to be a politician he’d need to accept such small inconveniences and grow accustomed to the bustling of city life. A sly smile appeared on his velvety lips at the thought and the feral thing inside him roared. Oh how he longed for such influence - soon he would find a way.
Somehow he’d wandered deep into the capitol, down dark alleys and silent streets. It wasn’t as he’d imagined but Ramses had a good idea what would have caused such dilapidation, Raum. The tyrant had nearly destroyed Solterra, he’d been a poison embedded deep under the skin of their sunkissed nation. The coyote’s chest constricted with anger as he envisioned the tortures the silver skinned imposter had flung upon the citizens. If only someone could’ve stopped him sooner….
The stallion was promptly drawn from the depths of his own mind as a group appeared just before him, hidden by the shade of a dim alley. The beast halted, his muzzle lifted and eyes narrowing as he watched. He huffed quietly at the sight of the starving children, how could the nation allow such things to take place? How could they allow their future to starve?
Rage blurred the edges of his vision but his face remained fixed with that cold, indifferent expression.
Surprise suddenly bloomed in his chest as Ramses realized what was happening, the painted stranger was feeding the colts and fillies. Ramses didn’t care where he would’ve found such luxuries but he instantly respected the winged man as he continued his silent vigil.
Finally, when the youth had fled the other direction with quick, quiet “thank yous,” the giant allowed words to pour from his maw.
"“That was the only good thing I’ve seen since arriving,” it was a simple statement, one filled with a silent understanding and admiration. The winged stallion would’ve survived within the Davke, for the tribe knew the importance of partnership and nourishment.
"Where did you get it?" Ramses asked, his voice once again dull as he stared at the spot where those hungry foals had eaten before he lifted his gaze to the stranger once more.
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