He could feel the presence of others behind him, and as the painted beast turned his head to cast an eye back upon his following train he felt a grimace of satisfaction. Had it been his earlier years in life, he would have not have bothered to save his brethren; he was one alone- and it was him that mattered, no one else. But it’s astonishing how years can impact ones persona; twisting and molding them into something they’d never have imagined they’d be. He wouldn’t admit it, but it was a nice feeling to save another, perhaps taking so many lives had finally caught up to the demon. Retracting his crown to gaze upon his destination, twisted iron whistling through the breeze as defiant pools gazed upon the horizon.

It was there, on the edge of the Threshold that opened up into a wide meadow. Its hills glittered in gold as the crisp winter foliage rolled in the grasp of the breeze. The black didn’t hesitate however, but pressed upon its opening cannons breaking into a thundering streamline for the Caves. He had hoped that his blood-born dwindling behind him could keep with his pace, because he was only going to press harder- because he could.

Cream and midnight hooves pounded upon the earth, his focus upon the caves in the horizon as the heart pounded in his chest. Silken threads rippled with his stride as they strong along behind the curvature of his neck. Running was a thrill, but his bones had begun to tire so he reined his head back easing his paces as the mouth of the cave, hung like a dark shadow behind heavens gates. His body dusted in earthen flakes, clay beneath his weight cracked and slid as he gazed into the opening of the cave. Voices echoed off its walls, as the others too resided here till this dark time had blown over.

His heart was doing its best, to calm itself from his busted run. Scared black canvas, quivers with adrenaline as he moved through the cave entrance, heavy footfalls echoing off the cavern walls. Here, it was crowded- so he decided to keep lurking through its twisting and winding pathways. A distant roar, not deafening- but soothing screamed through the tunnels as he made his way past the glowing room and its glittering beauty.

He had always been drawn to water, after all weren’t most Unicorns? Peering around a corner, he found a beautiful secluded area- seeming untouched by anyone, just raw beauty. The glowing pool of water ran around the edges of the opening, its ripples casting a reflection upon the beast, and the walls above. He hadn’t stopped, to see if the others followed him this deep- but he turned, slowly, lifting his eyes to the shadows in hopes to gaze upon their faces.

[ooc: For @[Quinn] and @[d'Artagnan] should they wish to post here, and Open to everyone else. ;]

Nato