ardent

♚ A Royal Affair [OPEN]



Goliath1

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
173
size
Large
build
-
posts
31
player
12-09-2014, 06:49 PM (This post was last modified: 12-22-2014, 05:10 PM by Goliath1.)


With one last earth-shattering shake, numerous patches of dead fur and old wounded pieces seemed to float to the terrain with a heavy sigh soon to follow, matching that of a grieving god, the behemoth male would slowly exhale his silver breath, watching the plumes of thick mist curl towards the heavens, satiated though still lustful look upon his stoic visage.  Black hair and patches of old dirt-ridden fur fluttered toward the snow dusted terrain.  Where fur once resided, small, cold snowflakes would take residence, stinging against the warmth of the old scars upon his withers and back, thick and large they bore into the frozen air though it was still and silent where he stood, staring aimlessly at the wall before him.

Breaths would continue to curl before his thick, heavy maw, moist ringlets beginning to allow small icicles to form and hang from the thick ice layered bull ring in his frigid nostrils.  The obscure trinket seemed frozen in place though the breath continuing to feed the ice allowed his nose enough warmth as the walked to keep frostbite at bay.  Though his paws? One could say this beast was walking on absolutely nothing the way he black paws fell absent to the touch, he'd driven himself mad trying to keep his mind off of the blistering feeling eating away at his large feet, snow trapped between the creases of his old toes, leaving behind prints in the light layer of snow that would challenge the size of a bears own print. As he watched the wall he felt an aching distraction in his hips, the cold eating away this winter at his joints, but, as far as this brute could figure, he still had a few years left before debilitation was even an option.

Auds would pull behind his large dial, resting their ratchet fur pattern against his uneven thick mane of a neck. With his last exhale exhaustion overtook him.  He felt his eyelids grow heavy and his golden gaze grew dim to the early morning sunrise.  A few more snowflakes slowly fluttered down from above, matching the silence around him as he looked on at the massive blockade before him, though he knew he could continue alongside it, it was the shear size of the wall that seemed to capture his attention, not to mention the knowledge that it soon would taper into nothing, such a momentary thought would cause a small smirk to appear upon his sturdy maw and then it would fade as the realization of the metaphor came over him.  Shoving the thought away he pushed forward, turning his heavy figure upon his haunches he continued his journey to nowhere, keeping close to the wall, moving with silence into a land of absolute nothing.

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