A bitter smile crossed the stallion’s lips as his eyes moved easily over the vastness of the plain. The sun warmed his slick skin as a cool breeze slid across his back and he watched, he just watched. Those crimson eyes were unyielding as silence settled over the red coated man. In those moments, he was every bit the predator he’d been trained so carefully and ruthlessly to be. The utter stillness of his body was evidence enough that he was capable of stealth and ambush, his ribcage hardly moved with each breath.
After what seemed to be an age, the creature finally moved, his well muscled limbs carried him easily through the grass that grabbed at his knees. Ramses inhaled and tasted everything upon his tongue, the sweetgrass and the petite flowers that bloomed nearby; it was lush with life. The vibrancy of the plain confused Ramses, it was open as the Mors but how could it be so nearby and still be so productive? It was amazing how strong Solis’s influence was on their nation and Ramses couldn’t help but respect the sun god even more. Solterra was the embodiment of their patron god, it was hot and merciless but encouraged its citizens to grow strong and unbreakable. If they couldn’t be shaken by the dangers of simply living in Solterra, they wouldn’t be moved easily by much else.
The coyote couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought of the Davke. They were probably what most outside Solterra would expect the citizens to be, but they were the most brutal equines in Solterra, possibly on the whole continent. They were his tribe, his blood and perhaps his family? If the Davke believed in such things, that is. Ramses was no longer one of them but he hadn’t lost those instincts embedded deep within him and they screamed at him now as he continued to admire the expanse of the verdant meadow. Go back. Go back.
The beast within his chest roared and clawed at its cage. Every nerve itched to go back east, to go home…
Ears swivelled as the giant simply stood and enjoyed the tranquility around him, ignoring the boiling of his blood. Laughter erupted from his maw as he imagined how he would appear to a bystander, a beast amongst the flowers.
"How ironic," he snickered sarcastically.
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After what seemed to be an age, the creature finally moved, his well muscled limbs carried him easily through the grass that grabbed at his knees. Ramses inhaled and tasted everything upon his tongue, the sweetgrass and the petite flowers that bloomed nearby; it was lush with life. The vibrancy of the plain confused Ramses, it was open as the Mors but how could it be so nearby and still be so productive? It was amazing how strong Solis’s influence was on their nation and Ramses couldn’t help but respect the sun god even more. Solterra was the embodiment of their patron god, it was hot and merciless but encouraged its citizens to grow strong and unbreakable. If they couldn’t be shaken by the dangers of simply living in Solterra, they wouldn’t be moved easily by much else.
The coyote couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought of the Davke. They were probably what most outside Solterra would expect the citizens to be, but they were the most brutal equines in Solterra, possibly on the whole continent. They were his tribe, his blood and perhaps his family? If the Davke believed in such things, that is. Ramses was no longer one of them but he hadn’t lost those instincts embedded deep within him and they screamed at him now as he continued to admire the expanse of the verdant meadow. Go back. Go back.
The beast within his chest roared and clawed at its cage. Every nerve itched to go back east, to go home…
Ears swivelled as the giant simply stood and enjoyed the tranquility around him, ignoring the boiling of his blood. Laughter erupted from his maw as he imagined how he would appear to a bystander, a beast amongst the flowers.
"How ironic," he snickered sarcastically.
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