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04-02-2013, 06:03 PM
Descaro set himself a brisk pace that carried him down from the snows of the North, past the Foothills and into the Threshold. Not a scratch of sweat on him as he had been recently training, he wanted to rise through the ranks of warriors and eventually stand at the top. It would take some time, but he was more than prepared for the task ahead. It wasn't like he was getting any younger so he might as well take the risks now. His pace slowed to a walk as he hit the Threshold, hunting for members again, his nostrils to the air and ears roved. Recently he'd had mixed results, bringing one home and another foolishly choosing the Dragons Throat. He snorted. Not a mare worthy of the Basin after all. Dark eyes drifted to look through the branches of the trees, the season had shifted again and Orange Moon had fallen upon them. The weather would turn colder and the days would go shorter. Trees passed and he turned more corners, his mind drifting back to the Plague meeting and Psyche's stress on recruiting more members. The Soldier worried on that too, recruiting into a secret society was no easy task and racist unicorns were so hard to find these days. It was like all the passion had been extinguished and it saddened him, but whilst there were some who believed the unicorn was supreme then Descaro would continue his efforts for the Plague. If some remained there was always hope. All he had to do was find the right candidates and bring them back to see one of their higher ranking members. The Soldier walked with a few fresh scars, from his fight with the unknown mare who had sparred with him under the Borealis. Her attacks had been viscous and she came at him with full intent to kill, but Descaro's arrogance wouldn't let him believe he was hard pressed. His vigorous thoughts were cut off, however, as another's scent filled his nostrils and he quickly picked up his pace. He passed a great many trees before he came face to face with a rather pretty picture. Her hair was white like frost and caressed a body that was beautifully lithe, patched in gold and adorned in antlers. Descaro stood for a moment and drank in the bewitching beauty of her pale bodice. He noticed her eyes last, a striking deep orange colour that almost seemed to draw him in and freeze him motionless. What a sublime creature she was! The Soldier proffered his head in a flamboyant greeting, his dark eyes glittering as he spoke warm words. "Hello Miss, welcome to Helovia! My name is Descaro, may I be of service? A new home maybe? Or do you travel for a different reason?" He offered her many questions, but his voice remained suave and low. A gentle breeze picking up strands of his mane on a very well toned neck. |
