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07-31-2014, 01:00 AM
Kari
He traipsed north to the Threshold, another stone left unturned in his endless quest to find Shadow. Butterflies scattered, startled to life by the thrust of skinny questing limbs, and their wing-flutter filled the air about his passing face. I haven’t the time for this... the little colt muttered barely, his voice more an exasperated sign then any speech. Pools as deep and dark as the murky blue southern ocean glanced, by the brilliant display of colourful movement if only a second; indulging them to his audience if that was what they wished. He didn’t pause though, the bright afternoon sky was dulling and he knew that evening would soon sweep darkness across Helovia- and Kari had not meant to be so long away from the Throat. His stride hastened as the soft, warm breeze swept the cloud of insects from his path and his broke from trot into a smooth, leggy canter. The old gnarled trees of the Threshold forest rose like a wall before him, and he prayed (to whoever wanted to hear), that the onyx mare would be hidden therein. Please! he practically begged, though a hopelessness had already began to quash that dream. It had been months, seasons already, and he began to think less and less about her. The shadow cast ahead of him as the sun sank to the west was one that pleased him none too much. His horns were still brittle, weak, and for the moment he wore only one and a half. With gritted teeth though, he held his roused temper and broke through the tree line. Kari thought to sing out, to call her or beg, but there was an eerie stillness as he slowed to walk- not even the birds were chattering above. Is someone here? he asked them silently, stretching his throat awkwardly so that his eyes might find better access to the sparse, ugly canopy above. HELLO BIRDS? There was no answer to his mind’s plea, mind due, And the colt’s little face plunged begrudgingly back to its normal stance. "Hello!" he called instead out loud, lungs gasping afterwards in effort to recover, "Shadow! I’m looking for you!" Tiny hooves pulled his frail frame forward once more has he continued still deeper between the trees, not following any path particularly, while the dimming shade of sunset broke around him. |
HP:42.5Helovia Hard Mode
Permission granted at all times to use magic and violence on Kari
