DAMASCUS
he was like a storm,
The black bird had once again flown the coop, spending almost every minute of every day searching high and low for this so-called relic. Damascus's motivation was not to gain any kind of power from it, nor to be blessed by the gods - he genuinely just wanted to be the first one to see it, to pluck it from it's earthly tomb and return it to Tempus if need be. Another grand motivation for his exploits had been simply to get his paws on it before that spooky grump Kaladin had. The boy had become unconvinced that that brute was more entitled to possession of such an atrifact than he - King and beggar alike, Damascus was certain the gods shone upon everyone and took no favorites. That Kaladin was surely kidding himself if he claimed a bounty meant for anyone and everyone, and having not completed the task at hand.
It was quite unike Damascus to feel so bitter about another, in fact he'd never disliked anyone before, but truly this mousy brown chap of the dawn court had been getting on his nerves - popping up everywhere with claims to a prize he hadn't earned. The nerve. Suspicion and mystery surrounded the whispy stag, an unsettling kind that had driven Damascus to be wary.
Damascus landed in Delumine upon the riverbank, his hooves but a few paces from the first sets of stone holding the Dusk Court to it's stature and glory. It was a beautiful building, though it's spires and peaks did frighten the dark one ever-so-slightly - To get a wing or your tail caught on one of those mid flight would make for a horrible end.
His morbid thoughts were abruptly shaken from his crown as a pair of equines fell into his gaze; a male boasting one lofty rack of antlers, and a female he recognised from his own court (though did not know the name of).
Striding forth with a glomping, heavy pace, the gangly colt was upon the pair in no time with a curious bellow of greeting soon to follow.
"Hallo!" He had cheered, stopping with little grace upon the turf. "I Damascus. House of yours?" He came to ask, once again looking up at the flush stone walls.
"Go inside we look around?"
It was quite unike Damascus to feel so bitter about another, in fact he'd never disliked anyone before, but truly this mousy brown chap of the dawn court had been getting on his nerves - popping up everywhere with claims to a prize he hadn't earned. The nerve. Suspicion and mystery surrounded the whispy stag, an unsettling kind that had driven Damascus to be wary.
Damascus landed in Delumine upon the riverbank, his hooves but a few paces from the first sets of stone holding the Dusk Court to it's stature and glory. It was a beautiful building, though it's spires and peaks did frighten the dark one ever-so-slightly - To get a wing or your tail caught on one of those mid flight would make for a horrible end.
His morbid thoughts were abruptly shaken from his crown as a pair of equines fell into his gaze; a male boasting one lofty rack of antlers, and a female he recognised from his own court (though did not know the name of).
Striding forth with a glomping, heavy pace, the gangly colt was upon the pair in no time with a curious bellow of greeting soon to follow.
"Hallo!" He had cheered, stopping with little grace upon the turf. "I Damascus. House of yours?" He came to ask, once again looking up at the flush stone walls.
"Go inside we look around?"
