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It was a wild snicker that caught her attention, so out of place in this forest, not quite ringing of innocent mirth. A laugh she should have avoided, but did not. She sought its owner, a stallion unless her ears were that poor, or a mare truly had such a sound. Faelene would soon find out.
Hooves struck the ground in a two-beat gait, leaving curved imprints in the moist earth. The edges of her mane were whipped upward with the air forced to press against her. Weaving through the trees, faintly aware of the other happenings she avoided everything else, wanting to meet this stallion. If he lacked a horn she would not reveal herself, but leave the Threshold for other things. If he was was a Unicorn it could prove worth the trip.
It was with a tighten of muscles she eased to a more silent walk, her head lowered while she tried to find specifically where the brute was. He was not hard to miss, the splotches of his white coat standing out against the foliage, the sound of what she assumed a horn digging into the flesh of a tree. Faelene only stared at him from a distance for less than a minute once she saw the curved weapon.
Stealing into the open for his eyes, she made not a word, her own dark orbs flashing over his tall, and well built form that looked to give a beating with speed and power. He was probably considered a stud with his bronze mask, and markings the finishing touch. Maybe, some in the Basin would be drawn to him. The Gods knew they could use more stallions, and new blood. This painted knight had to have seen years that others lacked. "You always leave a conquering mark?" The question slipped smoothly from her lips with hints of a smirk, while her look fell onto the etched tree. A tilt of her head she offered both eyes, having a guess he wouldn't want to waste more time. "As many come here to do, I could offer you a land to call home, but it depends on your thoughts."
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