Apr 18, 2024 21:25:36 GMT
The gilded stallion was far beyond the point of no return. Had been for a long time, actually. He was sitting on the edge of crossing into another world entirely, both in his physical and mental state. Before him, the nature spread her open arms, and here he stood, cradled between them. Between the hills, between sky and earth.
Dividing the valley wound a silver river, a never-ending serpent on it's journey into the horizon, with no end nor beginning in sight. Here he stood on the edge of something new. Untamed, undiscovered, pristine, and he would make it his own. Here he would build an everlasting kingdom. He would fight for it, watch it grow under his nurturing, see it fall under his command. Here he would bear his legacy, for he had spent long enough without one. This slice of the world was at his disposal. It would prosper as he would, suffer when he suffered.
Grasses brushed at his heels with the breeze, catching his attention. With a snort, he dropped his head, burying his nose in the vegetation, scenting the life, the green, the rich soil beneath, fed by the mountain rain and melting snow. The life he sought to possess. The light in the life that he alone would smother or feed. Because of all that he had sacrificed, and all that he'd lost.
The world around him spun as he was briefly engulfed in a sense of euphoria and in the realization that this was all for his taking. The buckskin stallion's breathing stilled, senses dulled for the duration of a moment. And when it all came rushing back in, sweeter than before, he huffed a breath and lifted his eyes to the azure heavens, drinking the draught of the air, the breeze that carried the songs of glory to his ears, ancient melodies floating by.
This new land, this feeling, it was his. And he was going to do whatever it took him to keep it.
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Damned are those who turn their backs on me.
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333 words.
Emrys getting high on dirt and oxygen lol
Claiming of the Valley.
Dividing the valley wound a silver river, a never-ending serpent on it's journey into the horizon, with no end nor beginning in sight. Here he stood on the edge of something new. Untamed, undiscovered, pristine, and he would make it his own. Here he would build an everlasting kingdom. He would fight for it, watch it grow under his nurturing, see it fall under his command. Here he would bear his legacy, for he had spent long enough without one. This slice of the world was at his disposal. It would prosper as he would, suffer when he suffered.
Grasses brushed at his heels with the breeze, catching his attention. With a snort, he dropped his head, burying his nose in the vegetation, scenting the life, the green, the rich soil beneath, fed by the mountain rain and melting snow. The life he sought to possess. The light in the life that he alone would smother or feed. Because of all that he had sacrificed, and all that he'd lost.
The world around him spun as he was briefly engulfed in a sense of euphoria and in the realization that this was all for his taking. The buckskin stallion's breathing stilled, senses dulled for the duration of a moment. And when it all came rushing back in, sweeter than before, he huffed a breath and lifted his eyes to the azure heavens, drinking the draught of the air, the breeze that carried the songs of glory to his ears, ancient melodies floating by.
This new land, this feeling, it was his. And he was going to do whatever it took him to keep it.
-
Damned are those who turn their backs on me.
-
333 words.
Emrys getting high on dirt and oxygen lol
Claiming of the Valley.