Harsh whispers and fearful rumors spread like a plague throughout the Basin. Stallion and Mare feared for their lives as the infection erupted, and a few of the zombies had come into their shelter. Though, the apprentice himself hadn't seen much signs of the infected, he certainly wouldn't act upon them until he had seen how sick these horses were. Until then, he would find his way to a safe haven, with the rest of his herd members. As the bay was to depart from his cave for who knows how long. He froze in place looking back with a suspicious eye. The artist was going to leave all that material behind he had taken and woven into threads. He had no clue what would happen to them and for heaven's sake, Crowley would not give a shit at a time like this, but for some reason Farenjer did not want his work to fail. To be left to shiver and crumble. A sigh escaped his lips sadly as he thought of how in his fucking mind would he be able to carry such a pile. They might as well remain in place. What would zombies do with cotton anyways, right?

Defiantly he began to pace forward until turning into a trot along the snow. His eyes falling onto Lord Deimos. Who went to gather the lot around that remained well and alive. He must have discovered a haven where they could stay, until this whole infection thing blows past. How long could it go on anyways? The stallion slowed his pace as he met behind the small, crowd of the others, remaining silent and giving a brief nod to the reaper. His eyes set upon who else had withdrawn to the summon. Easily he spotted Frost Fyre by her white back, and two others that he had heard about but never got acquainted with. Making out Descaro the corporal, and Huyana the haruspex. His tail brushed along the snow as he prepared to find this safe haven and survive with the other remaining basin unicorns. He began wondering who was infected? Was any of his friends or at least people he had met been infected? All the people he was acquainted with were two, a filly and the lord. But where was the Lady Illynx? Roland? ... Arah?! A silent gasp parted his lips as he thought of where could she be. Especially in such a dark time like this? He prayed silently that she would show up through the snow, coming with him and the rest of the basiners to the haven where they could remain untouched by the sickness.

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