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10-23-2014, 01:24 PM
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A unicorn? He'd never heard of such a thing before. Quite honestly he couldn't tell if Apollo's single horn was ridiculous or fascinating. Right as he got ready to bombard the other with questions, a single chill ran up his spine. Wrongness. He turned his head to look over his shoulder right as it hit him; cold, colder than anything he'd felt before, sank deep into his flesh. He couldn't move. Panic surged into his throat, and he tried to focus on the other stallion as his vision darkened. Lungs heaved for breath, unable to draw in any air. His heart felt as if an icy hand had gripped it and was slowly, ever so slowly, squeezing the life from him. But as swiftly as the wrongness came, it left. Bucephalus nearly fell, stumbling with legs spread and wings drooped like a colt just now learning to stand. What the hell... What the HELL was that? He gulped down air as fast as he could, the whites of his eyes clear as the panic remained. He lifted his head, regaining enough of a sense of calm to not fly off as fast as he could, and just in time to see the assault upon Apollo as well. He went to take a step forward to ask the male if he was alright, but Apollo turned away to the egg. No... no no no no He was puzzled for a second by Apollo's behavior as he looked to the egg, seeing it rock and crack. Did he not want it to hatch? But what came out of the egg puzzled and downright stupefied the stallion. A small kitten rolled out of the remains, mewing. Bucephalus had hunted down pards like the one that just hatched from an egg, and more often than not he had come across a female giving birth. And they did not hatch from eggs. "I've gone mad." He muttered to himself, ears pricking as Apollo questioned his health. "I'm fine. I've gone through much worse." He lied, his tone portraying a confidence he did not feel. To be truthful the stallion had never been more terrified. It had been as if he could feel himself dying, unable to draw his last breath. The entire ordeal left him trembling on the inside, every feather screaming for him to get the hell out of there. But he didn't let that be shown, no. He had too much pride to admit he was virtually a scared little colt. Bucephalus
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Table by Tamme<3
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