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``fate & destiny [claim/open]
Mar 8, 2013 14:18:01 GMT -6
Post by Mallory on Mar 8, 2013 14:18:01 GMT -6
Gideon
There was a euphoric feeling rushing through Gideon’s body as the mist enveloped his body. It made the blood surge in his veins; the life sustaining liquid burned underneath his skin. It was a foreign feeling. He hadn’t felt such...joy since his youth, when he first called this forest home. Forced into exile for reasons unknown as a young boy, there had always been a burning desire to return to the misty woods once he was tall and strong. When he had the strength needed to fight off the intruder that had driven his family out.
And now he, the exiled prodigy, had returned.
However, there was little evidence as to what happened to the forest. No signs that alluded to what had occurred in his childhood home; the scents that remained were old and stale. This perplexed the pale stallion, causing him to pause in his exploration of his abandoned home. The forest itself was old and secluded. Not many wished to venture into the woods, fearing the mist and what was lurking behind it. Perhaps that was why he had heard little to nothing about the state that Orut had fallen into. Not many wished to wander in, when they had no idea what lived here and watched them. Many outsiders feared the mists that enveloped the forest. Gideon felt no fear as he continued walked and the mist swirled around him.
As a foal, he had often wondered about what lurked about Orut. His father had tried to instill some kind of fear into him, but Gideon always felt differently about the misty forest. Yes, it was dark and not the warmest of places, but the ancient trees and accompanying mists always inspired a mystical feeling within Gideon as a colt. He had always felt at one with the forest, despite the caution that everyone else treated it with. Despite the time spent away from the forest, he navigated the land with ease. Regardless of the significantly diminished visibility, Gideon knew exactly where he was going. He let his hooves carry him, allowing the rest of his sense to remain on alert for any life around him.
The further Gideon lost himself in the forest of Orut, the more resolute the pale stallion became. Even within the deep recesses of the forest, just before the reach of the sandy black beach that edged Orut to the sea, there was nothing. No signs of life beyond small wildlife and the sounds of birds high above his head. All of the scents left behind by Orut’s old residents were old, stale, and hinted to another tragedy. Gideon knew he should feel some kind of emotion towards the unknown tragedy that had once again struck his childhood home, but he didn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to even try to must up the emotion. All he could feel was relief and another strange surge of joy.
No one was here. His home was safe; untainted and empty of the life that had driven him out years ago.
A silly, almost childlike grin broke out across the stallion’s features. Alone. He was completely and utterly alone in the misty forest, but he had never felt so alive. A tentative whinny escaped him first, echoing away from his location in an attempt to draw out anything, on the off chance he had missed an elusive residence while exploring. When no response came and there wasn’t a figure charging out of the mist at him, he knew what he had to do. Rising on his thick, powerful hind legs, a scream tore out of him that echoed even further than his first call, alerting anything within the call’s radius to Orut’s new resident and ruler. It flushed birds out of the trees at the sudden noise and more birds took to the sky when a third and final call tore itself from Gideon's throat, challenging anyone who dared protest his claim. Silence fell upon the pale stallion when no such challenge arose.
Orut would be home once more and be the home to his own sons. Nothing would ever take away the forest from him again.
status: Complete
notes: n/a
"Gideon Speech"
And now he, the exiled prodigy, had returned.
However, there was little evidence as to what happened to the forest. No signs that alluded to what had occurred in his childhood home; the scents that remained were old and stale. This perplexed the pale stallion, causing him to pause in his exploration of his abandoned home. The forest itself was old and secluded. Not many wished to venture into the woods, fearing the mist and what was lurking behind it. Perhaps that was why he had heard little to nothing about the state that Orut had fallen into. Not many wished to wander in, when they had no idea what lived here and watched them. Many outsiders feared the mists that enveloped the forest. Gideon felt no fear as he continued walked and the mist swirled around him.
As a foal, he had often wondered about what lurked about Orut. His father had tried to instill some kind of fear into him, but Gideon always felt differently about the misty forest. Yes, it was dark and not the warmest of places, but the ancient trees and accompanying mists always inspired a mystical feeling within Gideon as a colt. He had always felt at one with the forest, despite the caution that everyone else treated it with. Despite the time spent away from the forest, he navigated the land with ease. Regardless of the significantly diminished visibility, Gideon knew exactly where he was going. He let his hooves carry him, allowing the rest of his sense to remain on alert for any life around him.
The further Gideon lost himself in the forest of Orut, the more resolute the pale stallion became. Even within the deep recesses of the forest, just before the reach of the sandy black beach that edged Orut to the sea, there was nothing. No signs of life beyond small wildlife and the sounds of birds high above his head. All of the scents left behind by Orut’s old residents were old, stale, and hinted to another tragedy. Gideon knew he should feel some kind of emotion towards the unknown tragedy that had once again struck his childhood home, but he didn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to even try to must up the emotion. All he could feel was relief and another strange surge of joy.
No one was here. His home was safe; untainted and empty of the life that had driven him out years ago.
A silly, almost childlike grin broke out across the stallion’s features. Alone. He was completely and utterly alone in the misty forest, but he had never felt so alive. A tentative whinny escaped him first, echoing away from his location in an attempt to draw out anything, on the off chance he had missed an elusive residence while exploring. When no response came and there wasn’t a figure charging out of the mist at him, he knew what he had to do. Rising on his thick, powerful hind legs, a scream tore out of him that echoed even further than his first call, alerting anything within the call’s radius to Orut’s new resident and ruler. It flushed birds out of the trees at the sudden noise and more birds took to the sky when a third and final call tore itself from Gideon's throat, challenging anyone who dared protest his claim. Silence fell upon the pale stallion when no such challenge arose.
Orut would be home once more and be the home to his own sons. Nothing would ever take away the forest from him again.
status: Complete
notes: n/a
"Gideon Speech"
