Pegasus Audition

[»liliha.]

^{Pegasus is an inhabitant of Las Montanas. He is the only resident of the mountains. This character cannot leave the swamp. He is immortal. You may choose his age. To play the part of Pegasus, you must role play with the characters Mother Nature sends to Las Montanas to complete a task for her. To audition, you must make a post role playing Pegasus. You may choose another name for Pegasus if you would like. You may also choose his age. He is a winged horse, meaning he can fly. He is white.}

[trinket1]

Silence. Life was once silence, when the world was not tainted with such a range of creatures. All had been quiet. Agreeable. Tranquil. The world was no longer silence, he noted, flints churning through the sodden loam of his homeland. This kingdom, like so many others, was split into sides. Divided like the terra and the sky, they fought. The bloodlust was irresistible; no equine could refuse the fight between Light and Dark. A reason to tear another down, to bring doom upon another living thing. To quench one’s insatiable thirst for violence.

A large sigh is heaved from deep inside his brawny barrel; is this what was meant to happen to the world? In all his countless years, Pegasus had seen nothing like this. He had seen the spawn of the chaos now considered to be reality. He had seen the birth of hate, the spark of war. All this before his own weary occuli, and yet he had never expected the inhabitants of this world to fall so low that they might turn on their brethren, taste the blood of their fellow equines. Those who sought revenge often happened upon the ageless stag, twisted pools hungrily drinking in his unique figure, already plotting how they might steal his gift of Flight. His wings that granted him the freedom he so cherished.

Pegasus had been referred to as an “old soul.” A rusty chuckle escapes his velveteen maw, for the irony of this observation was almost comical. He, like all other living things, aged with every passing year. However, his physical being never changed, was never altered by the sands of time. He was forever carried by the pillars on a six year old stag, limber and unscathed in his immortality. Only his haunting lanterns, wizened with the things they had seen, betrayed his real age.

ooc: i'm not so crazy about this post x__X. i apologize; running a bit low on muse at the moment