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Kari
There was a flicker of movement, a blur still darker, looming on the horizon ahead, and the scrawny colt’s thin legs stiffened beneath. His neat, tapering face was lifted high into the hot, dry brackish breeze and his nostrils fluttered with interest. Teeth held tightly around his severed horn. Tired, ocean blue eyes gazed ahead, trying to discern the sky from the hard clay earth, struggling to find the owner of the movement; if they were a ravenous coyote, Kari knew he’d need to turn in the name of self preservation... The scent riding along the wind (that tousled the crimped mat of forelock tangled around his horn and a half) though, was not that of a predator, and the colt snorted sharply, impatience expanding with his discomfort; thirst, hunger, aching joints. A mare returned the call and the sound of it was bright and vivacious, all of which overwhelmed him. Kari lingered in place, obeying the message conveyed and not shrinking away to hide mainly because he was lost- she was his lifeline now, and the oasis just seemed constantly to be out of his reach. He knew he needed help- he needed to find Shadow. The darkness grew and grew, and nervously switching ears caught soon enough the scuff of her quick stride along the parched, gravelly earth. Again she called but the gangly half-yearling stayed quiet, watching only, with now baited breath. He did not recognize her and shifted, unsettled by this hurdle in his quest. She was clothed in many colours, a dizzying rainbow of vivid and contrasting hues; strange trees atop her brow and locks longer than on any he’d seen before. Kari staggered backwards awkwardly, taken aback by both her formidable size and nauseating dress, and his wide eyes roamed openly across her. She spoke tenderly, but dehydration numbed his ears and each word was only a rumble through his mind like the first call she had made across the distance. "Have you seen Shadow?" he asked carefully after a small delay, thoughts aligning when at last his focus came to rest upon the strange creature’s unusual pink-marked face. |
HP:42.5Helovia Hard Mode
Permission granted at all times to use magic and violence on Kari
