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10-06-2014, 12:43 PM
Samuel walked on slowly, his solid cream coat dirty for lack of grooming. His pelt was fluffy and thick against Frostfall's grasps but he was cold, and try as he might he could not quite figure out how to balance with that large horn of his in the way. The unicorn's somewhat soft hooves crushed through thick frost and snow with audible crunches, and as he walked he thought about what had happened over the last few years.
He had changed a lot. Not only with this brand-new horn and dorsal spike he had mysteriously acquired, but also in weight, demeanor, wisdom... He remembered a time he fealt safe. A time much further than what he had tried to recall. four years ago, a long frost back from his home, when he on one faithful day followed Mishka to the nest of a sleeping goddess. Well, that was what he had thought of the intelligent bear back then. He was not afraid, and Mishka wasn't either.
His first encounter with fear had not been his own, but rather observed in another during a stampede. He fed off of the emotions of others. Ate of their hunger, drank of their tears, slept in their joy, and he quite honestly missed the feelings he would take from others. Back when he was in a herd, and the toads did not chase sleeping horses and then pop with loud explosions. Funny encounter that had been, but now he was again alone and again to his own thoughts.
Samuel walked on, his tail swishing weakly side to side and his mane making one side of his neck uncomfortably damp for he had slept in the snow, and rolled over in it when he had been awoken so rudely. he could see his breath crystallizing in front of him when he turned his head quickly enough, and as it reflected in the cream unicorn's red eyes he was given each time a sense of caution renewed. Something was bound to happen, but he knew not what.
He had changed a lot. Not only with this brand-new horn and dorsal spike he had mysteriously acquired, but also in weight, demeanor, wisdom... He remembered a time he fealt safe. A time much further than what he had tried to recall. four years ago, a long frost back from his home, when he on one faithful day followed Mishka to the nest of a sleeping goddess. Well, that was what he had thought of the intelligent bear back then. He was not afraid, and Mishka wasn't either.
His first encounter with fear had not been his own, but rather observed in another during a stampede. He fed off of the emotions of others. Ate of their hunger, drank of their tears, slept in their joy, and he quite honestly missed the feelings he would take from others. Back when he was in a herd, and the toads did not chase sleeping horses and then pop with loud explosions. Funny encounter that had been, but now he was again alone and again to his own thoughts.
Samuel walked on, his tail swishing weakly side to side and his mane making one side of his neck uncomfortably damp for he had slept in the snow, and rolled over in it when he had been awoken so rudely. he could see his breath crystallizing in front of him when he turned his head quickly enough, and as it reflected in the cream unicorn's red eyes he was given each time a sense of caution renewed. Something was bound to happen, but he knew not what.
