10-24-2022, 07:48 PM
[abbr=Inventory: Ornate Dagger, vulture charm; On body: Dented and damaged armor depicting a horse, heart locket.]♞[/abbr] The metal squeaks loudly as the feline moves, paw pads moving gently across the cool grasses. Sunlight bounces off of the cool blue of the metal, lighting it in different sheens and spectrums of blues and greens and faint purples. From a distance, the silhouette is horse-like, but much too small for an actual horse. And the feline tail that sways behind the body is a telltale sign.
But from a distance, Morana looks like a horse with their armor on, standing like a statue as wind buffets his 'mane' given to him by way of mutations from his parents. A few things were given to him by way of birth - the mane, the horse-like hooves on his hind legs, and the distinct, slightly curved horn that extends past the metal shell of his horse head armor. A lot of things were granted to him by way of birth, and those few things were the only good things given.
He looks around, then starts in a slow trot to a nearby tree. Even for a former knight, the armor gets heavy. And he must rest from time to time. And thus he slowly takes off the pieces of armor protecting his body. The leg plates to the shoulders, and then the helmet and neckguards, and finally the midsection. It is placed next to him as he stretches.
Sunlight falls in patches, lighting his gentle, blue grey fur in spots not too dissimilar to his white dot markings. His mane is highlighted, showing off the pale green-to-pale purple ombre color and the glittery 'stars' within. His green-to-purple eyes stare upward as he sits down, breathing in deeply and raising a dark paw to the heart locket on his chest.
Today is a good day, he thinks, today is a good day to rest. The worries of the world can wait for another day. "speech"
But from a distance, Morana looks like a horse with their armor on, standing like a statue as wind buffets his 'mane' given to him by way of mutations from his parents. A few things were given to him by way of birth - the mane, the horse-like hooves on his hind legs, and the distinct, slightly curved horn that extends past the metal shell of his horse head armor. A lot of things were granted to him by way of birth, and those few things were the only good things given.
He looks around, then starts in a slow trot to a nearby tree. Even for a former knight, the armor gets heavy. And he must rest from time to time. And thus he slowly takes off the pieces of armor protecting his body. The leg plates to the shoulders, and then the helmet and neckguards, and finally the midsection. It is placed next to him as he stretches.
Sunlight falls in patches, lighting his gentle, blue grey fur in spots not too dissimilar to his white dot markings. His mane is highlighted, showing off the pale green-to-pale purple ombre color and the glittery 'stars' within. His green-to-purple eyes stare upward as he sits down, breathing in deeply and raising a dark paw to the heart locket on his chest.
Today is a good day, he thinks, today is a good day to rest. The worries of the world can wait for another day. "speech"