Pain. Pain and longing. These seem to plague the young stallion’s heart as he leaves behind those that he loved. Those that were taken from this realm too early. Wisdom that comes from said loss is wrapping around his heart, making the young stallion withdraw into himself and lose himself in memories.
This pain is something sharp, almost feeling alive as he tries to remember how to live with it. How to feel what he feels and still go on, placing one hoof in front of the other. It was like a gravity within him, threatening to swamp him and draw him into darkness. That was what started the flickers of magic within him. The darkness of his pain and sorrow, the darkness of his grief.
Without his understanding, his magic was changing things. Darkening the reds of his coat, staining his pure colors. Then the magic switches gears, clearing out and starting to play with the markings that painted his flesh.
While his magic was playing with his hide, the young stallion reached a small village. He was nearing Novus at this point, though had not yet stepped over the border. As he moved through the buildings, an old mare noticed him and his markings that were dancing.
“Young fellow? Did your markings just shift or is my eyesight giving me a harder time than usual?” The elderly gray asked softly, her pale blue eyes soft with age.
This pain is something sharp, almost feeling alive as he tries to remember how to live with it. How to feel what he feels and still go on, placing one hoof in front of the other. It was like a gravity within him, threatening to swamp him and draw him into darkness. That was what started the flickers of magic within him. The darkness of his pain and sorrow, the darkness of his grief.
Without his understanding, his magic was changing things. Darkening the reds of his coat, staining his pure colors. Then the magic switches gears, clearing out and starting to play with the markings that painted his flesh.
While his magic was playing with his hide, the young stallion reached a small village. He was nearing Novus at this point, though had not yet stepped over the border. As he moved through the buildings, an old mare noticed him and his markings that were dancing.
“Young fellow? Did your markings just shift or is my eyesight giving me a harder time than usual?” The elderly gray asked softly, her pale blue eyes soft with age.
@Pavarotti's trek has brought him to Novus, on the border of the Dusk Court's village. He is overwhelmed by thoughts of his pain, his grief, his past, and where his future will lead him - so much so that he does not notice the magic that ebbs and flows, nor the strange looks he garners from those within the village. Eventually, one elderly gray mare speaks out to him..
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