tamran
the faithful
the faithful
I suppose I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really
He didn't know why he left the desert, but he didn't think he'd be gone long enough for anyone to notice, if they cared. The boy was used to going unnoticed, ignored even, and didn't think much of it as he slipped away from the Day Court, following the paths he had seen others take on their ways in and out of Solterra. Almost immediately after leaving the hot desert sands, though, the world became a blanket of white and cold in a beautiful and dizzying array. His cloven hooves, so suitable for traversing the sand, proved equally well adapted for the snow as their broad toes kept him from sinking and floundering too deep.
It was beautiful, but it made his chest ache for it's loveliness. He felt unclean a dirty copper stain against the brilliant white, and almost retreated back to the desert he was built for, colored for. Voices on the wind, however, drew him, and the young stallion carefully made his way over, his fine ears pricked as he watched an equine(who barely looked like a horse) descend on jagged wings, and that was when he saw the other two. All of them, save one warm brown stallion, were larger than himself, heavier and in truth scarier, and so Tam crept forward in caution, catching the tail end of conversation between the winged equine and another youth who bore wings on his head.
In fact, when he looked again, all three of them bore wings in some manner, as if this gathering was only for those who sported them.
Not wanting to intrude, he hung back, watching the brown stud with winged feet dig around for something in the snow next to... well, Tamran didn't know what that was. It was lumpy, made of three roughly round sections of snow, and all in all looked very... strange. He hung back, even more confused than before as he watched the brown one dig for something in the snow, his lilac gaze dropping to the cold stuff around his own feet. What was going on?
It was beautiful, but it made his chest ache for it's loveliness. He felt unclean a dirty copper stain against the brilliant white, and almost retreated back to the desert he was built for, colored for. Voices on the wind, however, drew him, and the young stallion carefully made his way over, his fine ears pricked as he watched an equine(who barely looked like a horse) descend on jagged wings, and that was when he saw the other two. All of them, save one warm brown stallion, were larger than himself, heavier and in truth scarier, and so Tam crept forward in caution, catching the tail end of conversation between the winged equine and another youth who bore wings on his head.
In fact, when he looked again, all three of them bore wings in some manner, as if this gathering was only for those who sported them.
Not wanting to intrude, he hung back, watching the brown stud with winged feet dig around for something in the snow next to... well, Tamran didn't know what that was. It was lumpy, made of three roughly round sections of snow, and all in all looked very... strange. He hung back, even more confused than before as he watched the brown one dig for something in the snow, his lilac gaze dropping to the cold stuff around his own feet. What was going on?
@Ipomoea @Cynix @Isorath - im so sorry this sucks XD It'll get better i swear, workin out his personality/style
