ORIGIN - Long live to the prince

When the boy awoke from his endless rest all felt humid,dark and quiet. Adrian without knowing it was about to begin with his life, a life of greatness and where if things gets right maybe he could be known by everyone. But for now he was a pup, small and still on his egg. Before anything else, he had to leave his sheld, a sheld that rested between he and the world, it was time for the one and only prince Adrian to make act of presence.

Without waiting any longer, using all of his force he smacked the eggs surface with his left shoulder, attempting to break free. He was ready for this, he was born ready to conquer this and what is beyond that wall. All he needed was to grow up and build his way to the top.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

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Not far off, The Prince of Gales commanded his winds. The stallion pushed himself to be better every day. By studying the windswept tunnels, he learned what pressure was needed to sand away rock. All that Alastor needed was good execution, but the Wind was a fickle mistress. Sometimes, she did not come when called.

In which case, Alastor threw a tantrum. As wild as the Twister, he took out his frustrations on rocks, kicking and bucking. His roars echoed throughout Monoceros, even heard over the strong gales. Alastor did not need the wind to be a storm. His strength and ferocity was enough to break them. He kicked the sides of the tunnels until they chipped, stomped and tore any plants that grew there. Lesser creatures fled his wrath, lest they be crushed along with their homes, and when his hooves became sore, he used his horn. Reality only came back to him when he hit it too hard against a rock, chipping it.

Alastor staggered back, cringing at the pain. He shook his head a looked at the destruction around him. The stallion took a deep breath and calmed down. Straightening up, he shook his mane into place. Alastor felt embarrassed. Princes were not to lose control like that, especially one of the wind. He was just grateful no one was there to witness his moment of shameful weakness.

"Speech."
Thoughts...

@Adrian

For Adrian , his first succes in life had come as he managed to break free from his chrysalis without much effort. Proud of what he did , he stood up with an smirk on his lips. His first victory , this seemed a good sign for the boy, a sign of what he could be doing through his life. But there as he enjoyed his little win, a noise of falling rocks and roars came upon his dark ears, fire like eyes stared at where it came from.

Narrowing his eyes , the child spotted a creature messing up with the place. Anger? Maybe. His curious self called him, called him to approach and find out. Childish curiosity made him walk forward, esrsnperked up and confident postures. "Hi?" Low voice erupted from his chords, as he stood there, looking at the stranger with cold face.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

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@Alastor