༼༷ ⱣħȺnŧȺsm Ɇɨđøłøn༷ ༽
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"𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒂𝒎."
░Nick ♃ Taz░Gender ♃ Male░Age ♃ 29░Mood ♃Restless░Tags ♃Open░
"𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅."
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"I'll see you later Taz!" The mare nickered from across the field, before turning and cantering away. The stallion's ears pinned for a moment, before he sighed. He began walking towards the village. Alright, time to look at this map. He reached to his side, pulling out of the satchel a small piece of paper. He dropped it, letting it slowly make it way to the ground. Placing the end of his left hood on one side, and using his muzzle to spread out the entirely- "Oh. Oh great. I have to walk through the village." In order to properly 'prove' his position, Taz was given something like a quest. One of the horses in the kingdom had hidden a small necklace. It was Taz's job to find that jewelry. His second test would be finding an actual horse. But for now, this was the first step. He growled to himself. "Alright,
to the village."
It was bustling with activity, horses everywhere. Some were simply passing through, others were small foals playing in the roads. Vendors stood at the sides, filling up the main pathways in an attempt to sell their items. Phantasm despised crowded areas. But, thanks to Blossy, he would not only have to stand in the very center of it all, but close his eyes, concentrate, and use his abilities. "Impossible." He mumbled.
Taz felt like he was being swallowed whole. Shoulders, heads, tails, you name it was constantly smacking him, biting him, pulling, pushing. He growled silently to himself, lowering his head. Sadly this only made things worse, he found the smell of the road was anything but pleasant, not to mention being kicked in the face was anything but flavorful. But it was better than his head raised, having to look at everythi- He stopped. Suddenly and abruptly. A few horses behind him yelled in frustration, before soon making their way around him. This was place, he felt it. He couldn't close his eyes, he didn't trust them enough to do it. Could he see with his eyes open? He had never done it before, but hey it was worth a shot. The stallion tried to calm his senses. He stood there for minutes, upon minutes, trying to tune everyone else out. He was under pressure alright. A few times he lost his patience, stomping his hoof and beginning to walk away. But for some reason, this challenge was somewhat important to him. So he waited, patiently.
Hours had passed. His legs began to quiver, and he was hungry. But the stallion still stood, waiting, that he would sense even a spark of what he was looking for. It was then,thankfully, that it happened. A white image, much like a skeleton but without its more dominant physical form was walking. It was walking through the village. This was the 'soul' form of the horse he was looking for. His eyes widened. "Finally!" He shouted, before beginning after it. He no longer payed attention to any of the villagers, he was now bumping into them over and over, desperate to follow the vision past.
He stopped, at the entrance to the village, watching as the image headed away from the forest, and through a creek to the northeast. Wow, I never would of thought of that. Let it be clear, Taz is no tracker. He hasn't had an ounce of experience of tracking in his life. A tracker would know the scent of the horse he was looking for, he would follow his tracks, he would make educated guesses, he would follow his gut. Taz, on the other hand, was cheating. With the correct amount of concentration, the stallion is able to view the inner soul of a horse, any horse, even without the horses actual presence. The spark of his abilities started when he was a young foal. He was seeing 'ghosts' at night, outside of his bedroom window. He would run to his mother, scared and terrified. She said it was only nightmares, but as Taz soon found out- he was seeing the souls of horses that he knew. His neighbors (pun not intended), who had earlier that day been walking to and fro, in front of his house. Even though they were now in their beds, asleep, when he concentrated enough, he could see where they gone, what they had done. In a way, he could see a horses past. Not their memories, and has to be where they have once been to see them, but still an interesting thing indeed. When his mother died, he saw her soul leave the house. He had followed her, only for her to disappear, fading away into nature. His powers were not limited to just this of course, but he didn't know the extent.
I wish I could turn invisible, or like enter a ghost realm or something. But ghosts don't exist. I know that now. Suddenly remembering his task at hand, and not paying attention to his surroundings, the stallion leaped forward. Running at full speed to watch up with his current target, but- **CRASH** The stallion shook his head, trying to find his bearings. He was on the ground, with a rather nasty cut in his leg. He looked up. He had run into a mare. She had run into him, he concluded. He quickly, and not so gracefully, stood. His head raised, trying to gain sight of the stallion he had been following. But his concentration had been broken, it was gone. All those hours wasted. "WOW! JUST WOW!" He began pacing, muttering to himself, thoroughly angry. "You could of run into anyone else! But it just had to be me huh?! He rudely, and rather unjustly growled. He stared at the other, who appeared to still be on the ground. "For your information, you just stopped something incredible from happening. My job. And now, who KNOWS if I'll be able to find him again! You...you...IDIOT!" He had been taught from birth to always respect mares. That no matter what, to treat them with respect and diligence. But Taz had given up many of his morales long ago, when his mother died. The only mare he treated with respect now, was Blossy. "Cheap mare." He muttered, before turning and limping, attempting to walk outside of the village.
