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Merciful Reflection - Farenjer - 07-15-2013
(I'm hoping to have this thread fast paced. Open for anyone.) RE: Merciful Reflection - Castiel - 07-16-2013 Best expression that could be used for the painted unicorn’s predicament was the old saying “out of the frying pan into the fire”. Ironic because in these lands it felt like they were shoved into a dark freezer and even when it door swung open its light was burned out. The stallion wished that the sun would come out to break this unrelenting winter that refused to let off her iron grip on this place. Where this boy came from it was always pleasant with mild winters and for awhile he felt home sick, but he knew that place had been burned they would kill him on sighting. This paint had never done anything to them his family had always been the peaceful bearers of love refusing to kill, which had done the equines in tragically. So naturally in these conditions of freezing to the bone the stud got his spirits rather down, all he hoped for was some rest for the demons of his past still clawed angrily at his psyche. Finding a mare he called gem however made it better more controllable, but without the lady around the horse would still be a little out of whack. This was an internal struggle character vs. character thus no one could see the carnage going on within unless the unicorn allowed it. Castiel wondered around his new home in the basin still trying to figure out his way in the dark had been a challenge. The horse slipped and fell hard a few times on slick ice that seemed in a way to sit there left as a trap by someone who knew of his presence here. That thought made the stallion laugh making him ask “paranoid much are we”. His stature wasn’t much to look at this stud was a short stout tank with a sharp pointed horn perfect for stabbing. Not that this sweet hearted soul ever saw himself plunging it into another’s chest cavity. Walking along the paint could make out the faint outline of a lake and carefully made his way over not wanting to fall over another time his body already ached enough. Making it to the shore the stallion drunk his fill and as he lowered his head up, ears perks caught the sound of splashing next to him. Cast didn’t realize someone else for he was lost in thought as always so he gave a welcoming nickering “ Hello who is there….I am castiel pleasure to meet you why do you break your reflection may I ask and your name is” RE: Merciful Reflection - Farenjer - 07-16-2013
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