| Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 3 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
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He is familiar with tears; the woodland child is a passionate believer in emotions to be shown on the surface, not buried away like, like a poison. Sensations of the mind and heart was crucial for life- love and honor, and other less favorable traits too, greed and jealousy and cowardice; that which makes each its own. For one to lock sympathy and sorrow inside, to bury the key, was to cut off a limb, to tear a heart savagely from the chest, to ruin and desecrate the silver palaces of a soul.
Dapper silver ears twitch and swivel to catch the recognizable sound of chest-wracking sobs and misery, and he is drawn, out of cruel curiosity and cautious care. Each step is taken warily- a wrong placing of his cleft hoof could mean a twisted or broken ankle- and silently too, a prickling sensation of fear souring his tongue. His mind is vividly ensnared with the images of the undead crawling and scuttling from nowhere, the putrid scent of corpses washing over him, the emaciated ribs, the ruined faces, a farce of humanity and the very existential being of life. And yet, for reasons unbeknownst to the coward, he is drawn, dim recognition flickering the back of his mind of a family in the north. Could the sounds be one of the mares he had met, those he counted as dear friends, steadfast support for when he needed a shoulder? Lena springs forth to mind, cocoa and ebony, and his heartbeat quickens- surely she had escaped from the undead? It couldn't be her, anyways; for all her silent simplicity, she was strong and resolute. Huyana, with the rain in her eyes, the rolling edge of a stormcloud in her neck? No, she may be pacifist, but she was resilient, tenacious, intelligent. Onni? The sun-daughter! His heart gives a fierce ache- but she was the same as Huyana and Lena, built from similar mold, as was Shadow.
There was one other he excluded carelessly, forgotten amidst the blur of faces older and wiser: Frost Fyre, the radiant girl who he had come to meet in the wet heat of the hot springs.
Nostrils quiver, expression turns puzzled and alarmed- a screech, loathsomely loud, and he leaps into a gallop (what if someone needs help?!), flying over crystal and gem, lapis lazuli and ruby, hooves skittering over slippery surfaces, tail twisting and turning as rudder. Breath comes quicker, heartbeat swiftens, and he is electric with terror and ecstatic with his "bravery" (he comes to rescue a maiden!) He whirls down corridors of emeralds and sapphires and diamonds, sprints through the maze, proceeding to get himself hopelessly lost in these faceted faces, courageous in his convictions- and he bursts upon a maiden beautiful and crowned deer.
"Frost Fyre?!" He gasps promptly, and he stares at her, chest heaving and (most romantically) unable to say another word.
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base table credits to tamme
art by krazie
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