little lamb [open]

little lamb [open]

Paladin the Valiant Posts: 153

Deceased

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 15 Years Buff: DANCE

Tamme

08-18-2012, 02:07 AM

I WANT TO FEEL THE PAIN AND THE BITTER TASTE
OF THE BLOOD ON MY LIPS, AGAIN

Paladin the Valiant had spent far too much time in the Foothills for his own comfort, but his wounds needed to heal. Now, he had tested his strength against Smoke and emerged victorious; the stallion was himself once again. Proudly and boldly, the black dun moved through the forest, muscular pinions shifting powerfully beneath his form. Perhaps more had found their way to Helovia and escaped the wrath of the shades, and he hoped to find a few of his old friends at the borders.

Much to his surprise, a familiar figure stood in the distance accompanied by one he did not recognize. Was that who he thought that was? The Valiant easily moved his stride into a faster, three-beated gait, closing the gap between himself and the others rather quickly. Once in their vicinity, he popped his stride back into a trot and let out a whicker of joy at the sight of his old friend.

Thought the sight of one of Silverline's former warriors made the black dun's heart constrict in his chest; he dearly missed his fallen, silver brother. The lamb was covered in newly formed cuts and bruises, and Paladin frowned deeply. "Ned," he spoke to the other stallion, his voice both full of sorrow and joy at once. "I am pleased to find you alive and well. Do you hail from Isilme? Are there any still living?" he asked, a small sliver of hope burning in his crimson eyes.

Then, the dark, horned stallion turned to face the stranger, and his crimson eyes scanned his figure with the analytical scrutiny of a warrior. He was fit young stallion, his coat reminding of his dear, soft Tides, but Paladin still stood slightly taller - not by much. "Greetings," he spoke in his deep, rumbling voice. "Which land do you represent, and what are you called?"