Nar was water and water embodied change, mood appearance and motion followed every aspect of his elemental nature. What he had seen had triggered emotion deep within his psyche and he had not liked one little bit of it. Even though his surface appeared calm during the meeting with the goddess when he had received armour and sword, he had held these deep emotions quite, but now upon her vanishment, he allowed the true nature of himself to rise and tsunami like rage, sudden and emerging from depth beyond comprehension billowed across his face as he lifted his head to face the sky and bellowed a primitive, instinctive sound of non acceptance of the horrors to be faced. A challenge that he would fight such things entering his world, and from that which the goddess had stated, he would have the power to effect change.
A breath later and it seemed as if the rage had vanished. A serene calmness slowly filling his features with every passing breath. His poise straightening as hair darkened from the silvery illuminations previously worn. Nar had changed in the instant of his vision. No longer was he an innocent and face taking on a sombre calmness his mind began to give attribute to what needed to be done. Demons and devils, pain and sufferance, unacceptable. Driving the sword into the ground, he studied the armour and then put on the light weight protection, feeling its fit binding to his body, knowing this was truly his place in the scheme of things. Lifting the sword, studying the rune encrusted blade, hefting its mass to gain the feel of the weapon, a grim smirk crossing his lips for it felt an effacious weapon indeed.
The goddess had mentioned a city, a place to defend, but Nar was already contemplating that defense alone was not enough and they would need to use this city as the basis for attack, to drive forwards and set the enemy faced to its back foot. From what his perceptions allowed from that one vision of evil, he knew, perhaps intuitively that these creatures had little strategy for defense. A growing certainty to which direction the city described lay, bubbling within his attention, then turning his gaze to the body of water nearby, left hand extending, self portrayal extending, calling, summoning his elemental nature. A swirling maelstrom writhing on what had been a calm surface, shapes twisting and forming, risings above the liquid to form his steed. A mighty beat of foam flecked fluidity, similar in form to the great arabians, long neck, over fine structure. Legs built for speed and eyes of steaming voracity.
Laughter emerging from twixt now aqueous blue lips, and a whistle emerging. The beast raised, turning its head and giving a wild and froth laden snort, leaping free of its aquifeous stables to come before him. Its nature wild and free, no saddle or bridle would ever touch the dripping form of its enfleshment. Leaping astride its back, beast rearing in anticipation for although wild, it was a part of Nar himself, then as feet found the firmament leaping forwards as a yell of exhilaration emerged from nar. Together they would gallop to the city, together they would fight the coming darkness.
The time was nigh...
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