| World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Bunnie |
D R A G O M I R
just pretend that you want me & be my baby, be my baby
At the start of his first journey, Dragomir had intended to head north and east, back towards the mighty forest that he had first met the queen of dragons in. But, perhaps through some twist of fate, he instead simply headed south, out of the nearly completed wall that lined the southern border of his forest home (was it truly home, though?) and with a leisurely, slow trot he carried his large and sinewy bulk down the trails that led to the southern extensions of Helovia's landscape. Where he was going, he had no clue. That was in part why he had decided to venture forth into the unknown realm, to see what could be seen, know what he could come to know. Another part of him grew restless now that he had ventured across nearly every yard of the Edge, his young heart needing the heat of exploration to fully satisfying it's throbbing pace. It was not that he was not afraid, though surely the sun's return had done much to lift his anxieties of being pounced upon by some winged or horned devil, as he knew that outside the comforting boundaries of the dragon's nest, there were many things he did not wish to face. He was simply too stubborn to give into the devilish crooning in the back of his mind, a voice that sounded eerily like his father, reminding him that the enemy was all around.
In some ways, they were. Dragomir had met none of the racist unicorns of the Basin yet, and surely there were others that would hold ill will towards him for simply being himself. In all fairness, though, he probably would be just as hateful as the horned menaces upon the mountain were he to encounter one as they would be to him. And so, with ears forward and pale gaze ever watching, he made his week long trek to the south, carefully avoiding any he came upon along the way to simply avoid the turmoil that it was sure to cause.
He took time during the height of the moon to rest, choosing caves or natural shelter when it could be found or simply finding a suitable place to close his eyes for the few hours a day that was necessary. As little as he knew of his home, Dragomir could not find this ironic in the ways that it was; he chose to slumber under the watchful eye of the Goddess of the Edge, and perhaps that was why he had remained solitary on his somber mission of discovery until today.
The afternoon sun beat down from above with a tenacity that seemed to stem from it's long absence, the painted stallion feeling sweat trickle down his elbows and legs and along the curvature of his cheeks, but the glory of the land that had been born with the rising ball of fire made the heat endurable but for all the splendor that lay around him. He had traveled through many beautiful places, including the forests of the Edge itself, the thinning wood that spread out into a broad and glistening meadow of purple thistles. Too numerous were the faces in this meadow, however, and so with a couple of days more travel he had come upon this place.
The glowing earth immediately drew the rather stoic youth to a halt. He had come upon another clearing, but there were no flowers here; the flat, hard packed earth simmered from the heat of the pit that shot hot fire into the sky, and even from this distance, he could see the gems sparkling like so many stars in the stone-like ground, though he was unsure as to what they might be. Currently, he saw no others along the edge of the lake of fire, and so he continued his pace with handsome head raised and ears pricked upwards to catch the sounds of any who might approach him as he drew nearer a cluster of red and green gems that were more tightly grouped than any of the other nearby collection of precious stones, using a fore hoof to prod tentatively the hard, shining objects.
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Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
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