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01-14-2014, 02:06 PM
FAELON.
trust your heart, let fate decide
rambling fae rambling fae"to guide these lives"The dark forest had become like a home to the wandering ghost. Trees sheltered him from overexposure to the sun, bringing great relief to the wandering man. Stumped on what he should do in life, what the currents of time will present to him, Faelon was troubled on whether he wanted join the Basin or not. It was a decision that he could not make yet unless meeting other unicorns. Not a racist soul, the ivory stallion was completely against the idea of rejecting others due to their species.
Huffing silently, he continued a leisurely stroll through the woods, gazing around often with curious orbs. The plants that grew on the ground intrigued him as with the little critters that made their habitats in the thick trunks of the trees. With a little sigh, emerald eyes continued gazing at all the beautiful scenery until a resonant shriek ripped through the air. Momentarily startled, his whole body jolted, ears shooting into the air, whites of his eyes showing.
There was trouble. A phoenix flew gracefully through the air, letting a warning call crash through the sky. Nickering in response, it intrigued him as to what the bird was alerting horses in the area about. Racing after it, Faelon knew it would be a "dainty" run through the place, following the tracks of the swift bird.
