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Upon my Return

Ricochet the Incendiary Posts: 133
Deceased
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.2 hands :: 5 years Buff: BULK
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11-16-2013, 08:26 PM


R I C O C H E T - - raise your GUN and it's over

North.

Sometimes it felt he was always marching north and south, and never stopping for a day of rest. Every waking hour was filled with relentless movement, always with the next destination held in the forefront of his mind. He was making circles of Helovia, gradually expanding and contracting, occasionally changing directions and crossing over the radius and whatever else one would like to make of it.

In truth, it was random. From the years he had last been here, he knew to keep clear of the World's Edge, even if his relatives resided within it. Too often he had been met with words of equality and peace there- for the traveling he would have to do, it was all too likely an empty hope to find recruits. To the north-west, there was the Foothills and the frozen world of the Frostbreathe Steppe, where he had very rarely, if ever, ventured. The Foothills had driven him out last time, and had quickly become a place of his failures. So neither would he seek sanctuary- or those of his species- there.

No. Instead he would have to try his luck in the airy forests of the Threshold to Helovia.

Guns came slinking back through the shadows, belly low to the ground, amber-brown eyes up and seeking Rico's teal ones. The Incendiary would have to be a fool to say they had reached a bond that extended to telepathic communication- but they had achieved a basic sense of understanding best they could despite their species differences several years ago.

He quickened to a lazy jog, neck stretching down and softening, a thin layer of foam on his lips, eyes up as he follows his dog, his hoofprints overlapping with the soft pawprints mottling the ground.

It is not long until he slows.

A stallion gray and pale meets him, with electric eyes. Best of all, he has no horns and no wings.

Nieque must be with him, to send him such a find.

"I am Ricochet," the Incendiary says, relishing meeting another norm- especially one that looks a warrior. "Who are you?"



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Upon my Return - by Boltar - 11-14-2013, 07:53 PM
RE: Upon my Return - by Ricochet - 11-16-2013, 08:26 PM

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