| 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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12-08-2013, 06:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-08-2013, 06:27 PM by Roland.)
An echo drew Roland across the rocky floor of the Basin, chasing the sounds of indignation and blame as they bounced off cliff and gray slate, carried by the vicious gales that tore their way over the ground and met the wall of mountains around the herd lands. He followed it warily, walking in the shadow of the cliffs as sunset descended upon the hills and dry leaves scraped against the ground. Scarce words could be made out in a voice he didn’t recognize, carrying along the tunnel of rock in a passageway, and then disappearing as he approached the flat palm of the valley. The lake was ahead, reflecting stars and an ever darkening sky across its glassy surface. Silhouetted against it was the silver form of a mare, her back turned as she made her way towards the water.
Roland drew closer with growing confusion, catching the words floating from the stranger’s lips as she walked. The stallion cast his gaze out across the featureless land, searching for a companion with whom she might be speaking, but there was no sign of anyone. Clouds were gathering overhead, dark and threatening, pressing against the atmosphere in such a way that Roland thought they might soon bring rain, or if the colour was any indication, ink to pour down upon their heads.
The sun reflected against his golden skin, turning the copper strands of his hair into vibrant gold. He stood out like a flame against the gray backdrop of mountains, an unmistakable target while the mare he sought after simply melted into the pallid, muted hues of rock and granite. Ducking his head, Roland quickened his pace over the uneven ground, and was met with silence as he neared his charge. What had she been saying, if there was no one but himself within miles with whom she could speak? Perhaps she was mad, and if so, the stallion might be better off keeping his distance. But he was stubborn, and as a talented artist of deceit and false sincerity, the distrust and apprehension smoothed from his features as he approached. She would never suspect him wary of her if he did his best to disguise his distrust.
Roland repressed a shiver as he watched the roan mare wade into the water until it swirled around her chest, barely seeming to flinch at its icy temperature. The air was cold enough for the Impersonator, and he couldn’t help but cringe as he stepped forwards to the water’s edge. “Are you conversing with the wind?” He called out, unable to help the wry smile that crept onto his features. “I’m afraid it never has anything nice to say.” Hopefully his weak attempt at a joke would be well received. He couldn’t be sure just what the woman was like, speaking to the air and willingly submersing herself in what felt to the stallion like liquid nitrogen.
“I’m Roland,” he introduced himself with a curt bow of his head and a more welcoming smile, water lapping at the edges of his hooves. “Are you new to the Basin?”
(Trying to get myself back into the swing of things, excuse my horrible writing! <3)
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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