| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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The sound of a gentle voice finally broke Roland from his reverie, and he tore his gaze away from the statue-like serpent with a violent start. The ground churned beneath his feet as he turned, raking in a quivering breath and finding little oxygen to soothe the fire in his blood. His heart pounded in his ears, a tremulous roar that drowned out the soft sounds of wind and rustling leaves; and in his distress all he could do was stare wide eyed at the familiar face before him, shadowed as it was by crooked branches and broken shards of moonlight. Disorientation drew his gaze downwards, though he found nothing but rocks and bent twigs to fixate upon.
He inhaled deeply in a feeble attempt to hide his humiliation, glancing up at her with pupils dilated, swallowing up the pale blue of his irises. He might have been unrecognizable to any pair of eyes besides hers, having adopted the appearance of a feral creature caught in the snare of domesticity, something he badly desired to escape rather than search for the courage to confront. His chest rose and fell quickly, breath raking through his parched throat as if he’d been winded from a run. How embarrassing, that she had to find him in the midst of a panic attack, pinned down by fear while an innocent snake observed the proceedings with a black tongue flicking between its lips.
“Arah…” he finally managed, looking up at her with a haze still clouding his eyes. The forest seemed to blend together before him, the dark silhouettes of branches spreading like ink over a watercolor canvas, and he couldn’t help but stare through her for a moment, blinking dazedly before he shook his head with much deliberation and focused upon her pale face. “Oh, it’s so good to see you.” Roland stepped towards her slowly, hooves sliding across the mud-slick ground at a glacial pace. He didn’t brush his muzzle against her in greeting, as he might have done if the circumstances were different. Instead, his gaze flicked back over her shoulder, resting warily on the pallid body of the snake as it lazily continued its way up the tree and disappeared into the branches, having grown disinterested in the proceedings below. A rustle of leaves was the only sound to announce its exit.
Roland shook himself, dragging his eyes away from the mossy canopy overhead and blinking at the mare before him. “Er, sorry. I’m a bit distracted.” A smog had pervaded the clearing, thick and pungent like incense, and it was almost as if someone had swung a great gold thurible over the forest, leaving behind its holy scent, its thick smoke, its inescapable weight. With Arah especially, something lingered. He could never put his finger on quite what. But standing at her side in the darkness of an ancient forest was somehow different than passing her by in their herd lands. He cringed to think of the amount of tedious, halcyon days he had wiled away in the cold halls of the Basin. “I don’t like snakes,” he informed her with a nervous laugh poorly disguised, “though you already know that.”
((Sorry for the ridiculous wait dear, these past few weeks have been super hectic and to top it off I’ve been having internet problems!))
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