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12-17-2013, 01:39 PM
The stallion's white form faded between various trees as he slowly drew himself through the maze like forest. After visiting it for so long, he was accustomed to the different places within the vast expanse of trees. Every exit was known to him, a place to get back to the herd he resided in. He had longed for a sense of freedom from his suffocating previous home. The harsh militaristic life where he was subdued to fighting every day. Blood stained his vision, yet he had the gentle heart to still caress his young siblings, and tell them heroic stories as if he didn't have to endure so much gore.
Yet despite all of the war, the white stallion enjoyed his spars here and there--but his residence had become to much. Upholding such a terrible position had become a bore, until the point he sought liberty, taking to the life of an outcast in Helovia. Not long after, Apollo and the Windtossed Foothills had saved him, still allowing him the independence to venture to where he would like to. It was a day like this where he decided to come recruit again in the Threshold.
Footfalls of another entered his ears, as cyan orbs widened with curiosity, pursuing the scent of another. Soon enough he came upon a well built mare, with dark bay coloring. Independent and fierce looking, a friendly smile appeared upon his maw. Appearances could fool, and she might as well be like the other mares he has encountered in this forest: wary, scared and timid. Hopefully this one would not be yet another. "Hello. I am Arrane", with a brief introduction, he kept his distance from her, facing her, a spirited expression painted upon his face. He wouldn't speak until she stated her business and what she was after. A kind smile appeared on his maw as he gazed at her with interest.
Yet despite all of the war, the white stallion enjoyed his spars here and there--but his residence had become to much. Upholding such a terrible position had become a bore, until the point he sought liberty, taking to the life of an outcast in Helovia. Not long after, Apollo and the Windtossed Foothills had saved him, still allowing him the independence to venture to where he would like to. It was a day like this where he decided to come recruit again in the Threshold.
Footfalls of another entered his ears, as cyan orbs widened with curiosity, pursuing the scent of another. Soon enough he came upon a well built mare, with dark bay coloring. Independent and fierce looking, a friendly smile appeared upon his maw. Appearances could fool, and she might as well be like the other mares he has encountered in this forest: wary, scared and timid. Hopefully this one would not be yet another. "Hello. I am Arrane", with a brief introduction, he kept his distance from her, facing her, a spirited expression painted upon his face. He wouldn't speak until she stated her business and what she was after. A kind smile appeared on his maw as he gazed at her with interest.
