Minoas Stratis
Animagus | Mercenary | Spell Inventor
- Messages
- 1,654
- OOC First Name
- Liam
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Olive Wood 15" Core of Aethonan Feather
- Age
- 30 (07/2007)
Set on January 2036
Cloaked under the cover of a powerful disillusionment charm, both Minoas and his steed were soaring the skies above Wellington city. Mithos was no longer a little foal but a strong stallion and he was no more the reckless boy getting trouble all the time but a grown up young man who knew exactly what he wanted in life. What he wanted the most had him that afternoon on his ebony, flying horse, preparing all day the perfect set for the night. The wind was rushing through his light brown hair and into his grey eyes which he had to squint against the light of the sun already descending down the horizon. He shivered and for a moment he lost the city bellow them as they only thing he could see was white. They both emerged out of the cloud and he could see again the stretching city and the clear droplets of water sparkling like tiny crystals on his skin. The cold wind battled the warm sun to dry him first but the fervor of the creature underneath him was comforting. Mithos would have never accepted to be saddled so Minoas was riding the proud stallion by holding onto the scrawly but beautiful flowing mane. Flying horse and rider were communicating so flawlessly, without the need of bridles. There was a strange connection. Minoas was feeling the horse's power and Mithos his power too. It was as if they could read each other's minds and they were one heart. This sense of euphoria that Minoas was feeling every time he was flying with Mithos could not be compared at the slightest with a broom and the way those huge wings were flapping against the air, it just felt they were his own.
Minoas tapped gently Mithos' thick neck and the winged horse obeyed immediately. The wings folded to its sides and Minoas had a better grip of the flying horse's mane as they free fell. The wings to his sides spread again against the wind when they were just a few meters above the tallest buildings of the city. Muggles were tiny spots on the streets bellow which stretched like veins and it was so good that they couldn't see him. Mithos maneuvered gracefully amongst buildings as if he exactly where they were going to. Minoas had organized everything well except from this last part. A new chapter in his life was going to begin soon. Tomorrow around this time, he will be travelling to Europe to attend to Zardosh Academy, something he was looking forward to but at the same time he wished that the time hadn't arrived just yet. The couple have been exchanging owls the past few day, their letters having a hint of melancholy and writing the last few of them was an absolute ordeal for Minoas, especially the last one in which he said goodbye and left a promise of meeting again soon. Of course he wasn't intending to leave for the other side of the world without before seeing her beautiful eyes but Artemis had no idea about it. That was the part he was afraid of. What if she wasn't at her parent' apartment or what if her parents were going to find out that someone had came with a winged horse to take their daughter away for a few hours. Minoas was more than eager to risk it and put to the test the saying 'fortune favors the bold'. They found the building and the apartment where the Jacksons were residing in Wellington but the tricky part was going to find Artemis' room window, let alone the chances of her being there. After they flew in circles for a while, Minoas' petted Mithos to evince where he thought it was Artemis' room. It had a small balcony but he couldn't see anything as curtains were blocking the view inside. Mithos floated a few meters away from that balcony. The person in that room could hear the flap of the long wings but Minoas drew a small stone from his jeans' pocket and tossed it in front of the balcony door to make whomever was inside to come inside and check what was going on outside. With the disillusionment charm still concealing their presence, he could try again at another balcony if he was going to be wrong.
Cloaked under the cover of a powerful disillusionment charm, both Minoas and his steed were soaring the skies above Wellington city. Mithos was no longer a little foal but a strong stallion and he was no more the reckless boy getting trouble all the time but a grown up young man who knew exactly what he wanted in life. What he wanted the most had him that afternoon on his ebony, flying horse, preparing all day the perfect set for the night. The wind was rushing through his light brown hair and into his grey eyes which he had to squint against the light of the sun already descending down the horizon. He shivered and for a moment he lost the city bellow them as they only thing he could see was white. They both emerged out of the cloud and he could see again the stretching city and the clear droplets of water sparkling like tiny crystals on his skin. The cold wind battled the warm sun to dry him first but the fervor of the creature underneath him was comforting. Mithos would have never accepted to be saddled so Minoas was riding the proud stallion by holding onto the scrawly but beautiful flowing mane. Flying horse and rider were communicating so flawlessly, without the need of bridles. There was a strange connection. Minoas was feeling the horse's power and Mithos his power too. It was as if they could read each other's minds and they were one heart. This sense of euphoria that Minoas was feeling every time he was flying with Mithos could not be compared at the slightest with a broom and the way those huge wings were flapping against the air, it just felt they were his own.
Minoas tapped gently Mithos' thick neck and the winged horse obeyed immediately. The wings folded to its sides and Minoas had a better grip of the flying horse's mane as they free fell. The wings to his sides spread again against the wind when they were just a few meters above the tallest buildings of the city. Muggles were tiny spots on the streets bellow which stretched like veins and it was so good that they couldn't see him. Mithos maneuvered gracefully amongst buildings as if he exactly where they were going to. Minoas had organized everything well except from this last part. A new chapter in his life was going to begin soon. Tomorrow around this time, he will be travelling to Europe to attend to Zardosh Academy, something he was looking forward to but at the same time he wished that the time hadn't arrived just yet. The couple have been exchanging owls the past few day, their letters having a hint of melancholy and writing the last few of them was an absolute ordeal for Minoas, especially the last one in which he said goodbye and left a promise of meeting again soon. Of course he wasn't intending to leave for the other side of the world without before seeing her beautiful eyes but Artemis had no idea about it. That was the part he was afraid of. What if she wasn't at her parent' apartment or what if her parents were going to find out that someone had came with a winged horse to take their daughter away for a few hours. Minoas was more than eager to risk it and put to the test the saying 'fortune favors the bold'. They found the building and the apartment where the Jacksons were residing in Wellington but the tricky part was going to find Artemis' room window, let alone the chances of her being there. After they flew in circles for a while, Minoas' petted Mithos to evince where he thought it was Artemis' room. It had a small balcony but he couldn't see anything as curtains were blocking the view inside. Mithos floated a few meters away from that balcony. The person in that room could hear the flap of the long wings but Minoas drew a small stone from his jeans' pocket and tossed it in front of the balcony door to make whomever was inside to come inside and check what was going on outside. With the disillusionment charm still concealing their presence, he could try again at another balcony if he was going to be wrong.