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Solace Posts: 95

Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 7

Stallion :: Equine :: 16h :: 6 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

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11-29-2013, 01:52 AM

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The familiar sight of the forest held a sort of comfort. If Solace had anything that was close to a second home, the Threshold was the closest thing to it. He hummed softly to himself as he navigated through the forest, constantly looking about. Along with that he was waiting for a foreign scent. He had arrived in the morning and hadn’t had much luck since coming there earlier that day. It hadn’t put a damper on his mood or his spirit. Took hell of a lot to get him discouraged when he was able to get away from the Foothills for a bit and stretch his legs.

Of course, traveling between the Foothills and the Threshold was a journey he had made many a time. Slowly it was growing tedious and losing the thrill that the wanderer so desired, he was beginning to grow restless. Sooner or later he would have to permit himself to travel. Herd or not, Solace had a permanent need for travel embedded into him. There was also a pure devotion to his herd, and he needed to be a warrior, he needed to defend his homeland. Satisfying selfish desires had to be the last of his priorities. Right now he shouldn’t even be having thoughts of these petty wants. A task was at hand, he needed to find the newcomers.

After hours, Solace scented a foreigner. He ceased his humming and moved at a faster pace. Once he came within view of the stranger, he merely observed. This was his first step in recruiting. Watch, wait, and see if the strangers were potential for his own land. Silently he studied the mare before him. There was no denying her beauty. A lithe and thin creature, her coloring made him think of the leaves upon the trees in the midst of orangemoon. During his days of wandering he had seen many a brilliant tree with the leaves adorned with brilliant hues of orange and red.

So far this mare seemed harmless enough, so, he stepped out from the cover of the trees. A good chance she had already picked up the draft’s scent, was no reason to make her think he was some kind of threat. He stopped a good distance away, giving the mare plenty of room. For a brief moment he was silent, giving the mare time to study him.
“Hello,” Solace said dipping his head in his usual greeting. “Welcome to Helovia, I am Solace.”

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wanderlust - by Feuille - 11-27-2013, 07:54 PM

RE: wanderlust - by Solace - 11-29-2013, 01:52 AM

RE: wanderlust - by Feuille - 11-29-2013, 12:41 PM

RE: wanderlust - by Solace - 11-29-2013, 05:27 PM

RE: wanderlust - by Ricochet - 11-29-2013, 10:06 PM

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