DAMASCUS
he was like a storm,
"WHAT THAT WAS?" The child bellowed from the sky, his wings of old eagles carrying him much too close to comfort toward the mighty structure of the Dusk court. He'd watched with wonder as a fox of the most brilliant vermillion had scurried from the grass, though Damascus of course had next to no understanding of what a fox actually was. Intrigued only by the fox and not what it had left behind the colt staggered to the ear, his wings holding him aloft as his hooves ate at the ground.
"WHERE GO IT!?" was his next hoot, shoving his nose cheek-deep into a rabbit hole in search of the vulpine. A snort escapedh is nose, trumpeting throughout the rabbit holes and sending it's inhabitants scurrying away in a panic as the quarry-driven stag honked and hooted his way further into the burrow (soon to reach eye depth).
Though, just like the last time he had found himself in this predicment, he soon found it damn near impossible to breathe. So with a glance from the only eye that remained above ground (his right) he looked to the two who stood by, both of whom he recognised from the fields.
"Ah, help you me" He muttered "Breathe I not".
His racing mind was far from the relic and the fox now - he just wished to escape this snare.
"WHERE GO IT!?" was his next hoot, shoving his nose cheek-deep into a rabbit hole in search of the vulpine. A snort escapedh is nose, trumpeting throughout the rabbit holes and sending it's inhabitants scurrying away in a panic as the quarry-driven stag honked and hooted his way further into the burrow (soon to reach eye depth).
Though, just like the last time he had found himself in this predicment, he soon found it damn near impossible to breathe. So with a glance from the only eye that remained above ground (his right) he looked to the two who stood by, both of whom he recognised from the fields.
"Ah, help you me" He muttered "Breathe I not".
His racing mind was far from the relic and the fox now - he just wished to escape this snare.
