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01-03-2014, 01:36 PM
Frigid wind picked up, blowing the orange palomino closer and closer to the threshold. Phoenix had disappeared for the longest time from his home, the Dragon's Throat. Wary, the lost stallion was almost afraid that he would not be welcomed back into the home. Would they think of him as a cowardly traitor that ran away for no reason? Gritting his teeth with audible force, emerald orbs glazed with intense worry as he sunk lower to the ground, seeing the massive forest. Opening wide wings, his descent was regal and curt, landing on the ground quickly.
Nervousness was prickling off of his orange pelt as he galloped through the trees, knowing that a horse would pick up his foreign scent. The cloudy sky was beginning its plunge into darkness, forcing the shaky stallion to a halt. Lifting up his cranium to the sky, a beckoning whinny bellowed, resonating out of his broad chest. Ears flicking back and forth with anticipation, and his long ivory tail swishing, the stallion stood eerily still, watchfully gazing at the growing shadows of the trees.
Minutes were passing by, when no one was to be heard anywhere. The only response to his desperate call was the whisper of the leaves blowing in the harsh gale. It was becoming colder, and the sky was now almost completely ebony. Phoenix wasn't apprehensive of being stranded in the onyx woods...he was frightened that no one would want him back. What use had he been to the Throat anyway? He was just a normal piece in the herd, his only use for recruiting. It was different now. Phoenix would go and become a warrior, like what he once was long ago. Pawing the ground ever so slightly, the stallion let out a softer nicker and pausing.
Nervousness was prickling off of his orange pelt as he galloped through the trees, knowing that a horse would pick up his foreign scent. The cloudy sky was beginning its plunge into darkness, forcing the shaky stallion to a halt. Lifting up his cranium to the sky, a beckoning whinny bellowed, resonating out of his broad chest. Ears flicking back and forth with anticipation, and his long ivory tail swishing, the stallion stood eerily still, watchfully gazing at the growing shadows of the trees.
Minutes were passing by, when no one was to be heard anywhere. The only response to his desperate call was the whisper of the leaves blowing in the harsh gale. It was becoming colder, and the sky was now almost completely ebony. Phoenix wasn't apprehensive of being stranded in the onyx woods...he was frightened that no one would want him back. What use had he been to the Throat anyway? He was just a normal piece in the herd, his only use for recruiting. It was different now. Phoenix would go and become a warrior, like what he once was long ago. Pawing the ground ever so slightly, the stallion let out a softer nicker and pausing.
