Floating Key
08-03-2017, 08:18 AM
Kyros
Black eyes gazed down at the sand as his legs propelled him forwards. He had gained and lost everything, everyone in a heartbeat. Now he found himself alone and lost in some strange world with a god that had murdered most of his family. Mother had abandoned him moments after his birth and his siblings were unknown, besides one. His sides heaved with the effort of controlling a sob that tried to rip free. How was he supposed to function when he had barely started to learn how to interact with his own father. He had rarely spoken to anyone besides his father, and he had no idea how to speak with strangers.
With lead laden hooves he shuffled down the shore to lost in his own world to pay attention to the utopia blooming around him. Maybe one day he would be able to hold himself high, to enjoy the wonders around him. For now he would search for a band aid to patch his weeping heart. He thanks the stars that mental wounds did not show upon his skin. A ripple coursed over his light grullo hide.
Something moved ahead of him catching his eye and causing him to look up. Surprise tingled over his hide to see a beautiful filly standing gazing out at the sea; an owl with it's prey sat at her hooves. Silver dotted eyes took in her horns and wings and flinched as an image of his father flashed into his mind. Shoving the past away he stepped forward nervously.
His voice was still high with his youth, but hinted with the bass it would one day hold. "Hello, I'm Kyros." He looked up at her allowing his forelock to fall over his eye. He looked like a very shy teenage boy that had no idea what in the fuck he was doing. Unsure he stepped to her side, making sure to leave her some personal space between them. He turned his gaze to the owl and nodded thoughtfully, trying to hold back the thoughts of his grandmother's falcon. Trying to distract his wondering mind he turned to look at the gold splashed lady beside him.
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Words;; 363 @Otem
With lead laden hooves he shuffled down the shore to lost in his own world to pay attention to the utopia blooming around him. Maybe one day he would be able to hold himself high, to enjoy the wonders around him. For now he would search for a band aid to patch his weeping heart. He thanks the stars that mental wounds did not show upon his skin. A ripple coursed over his light grullo hide.
Something moved ahead of him catching his eye and causing him to look up. Surprise tingled over his hide to see a beautiful filly standing gazing out at the sea; an owl with it's prey sat at her hooves. Silver dotted eyes took in her horns and wings and flinched as an image of his father flashed into his mind. Shoving the past away he stepped forward nervously.
His voice was still high with his youth, but hinted with the bass it would one day hold. "Hello, I'm Kyros." He looked up at her allowing his forelock to fall over his eye. He looked like a very shy teenage boy that had no idea what in the fuck he was doing. Unsure he stepped to her side, making sure to leave her some personal space between them. He turned his gaze to the owl and nodded thoughtfully, trying to hold back the thoughts of his grandmother's falcon. Trying to distract his wondering mind he turned to look at the gold splashed lady beside him.
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Talk
Words;; 363 @Otem
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