verdant fields, laden with frost; [herd leaders]

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[OPEN] verdant fields, laden with frost; [herd leaders]

Roland Posts: 230

Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Glo

#10

04-21-2014, 06:09 PM

From the sunsoaked grasses and shadowed copses they appeared, drawing towards them from the heart of their home as they waited by the border. Roland eyed them each as they approached, greeted first by a scarlet mare who was all shark sharp grins and eccentricity. Masking his curiousity and apprehension, he saluted them all in turn, a faint smile of relief curling his lips as they were joined by more lucid company, though no familiar faces stood among the trio that gathered before them. He remained silent as their initial greetings were exchanged, lacking the uninhibited warmth of hospitality, yet not entirely impolite, for the unmistakable nuances of diplomacy were present in every curt word spoken. Illynx and Lena’s propositions followed, and Roland took a small step forwards as they fell silent, drawing himself into the foreground while remaining dutifully behind the GildedBlade. “And we would be willing to offer a mutual exchange of information,” he chimed in, gaze flicking cordially over the faces of their audience.

There had surely been a time when, under different leadership, the Basin would never have considered such an alliance, or certainly not one that offered friendship, when the winged and hornless were among its ranks. Or perhaps he looked too harshly upon his family, and had not yet forgotten the things he had witnessed on the icy plains of his home. Perhaps they had changed, or perhaps it was merely out of a sense of duty that they offered peace and unification tied in with all the bells and whistles they had at their disposal. They certainly had not come with the intention of causing trouble, or Illynx would have chosen to bring along better company than Roland, for he was no soldier. Instead, he hoped that they might have a chance to mend fences, and rather than continuing to bear a reputation soaked in the blood of their inferiors, they could forge a name for themselves that was not always accompanied by intentions of ill will and violence. The Basin may have been made of ice, but that did not mean its inhabitants were.

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