once upon a time we burned bright

[OPEN] once upon a time we burned bright

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

12-04-2014, 11:07 PM

The Thief had never been fond of winter. Even though he was away from the Aurora Basin, free of its tempestuous winds and heavy drifts of snow, he found himself missing the hollow, stormy comfort of home. Too many times he had wished himself out of its stone halls, and only once he was removed from them did he realize how much affection he held for his home. The shoreline was bleak, offering no colour or intrigue beyond the faded, cool blue of the water and the grey of the sand. It was a desolate place. Lena hummed the odd few notes as they walked, almost lost to the voice of the sea, quickly stolen away, bowing back into silence as if dictating the turbulent pattern of her thoughts. He noticed that she evaded his question, answering instead with a statement of her own, but try as he might he could not be assuaged by her encouraging words. It was not he that needed motivation, after all, but he said nothing further on the matter. Instead his gaze lingered once again over the waves in disheartened contemplation, eyeing the frost gathering at the water's edge, forming along the sand like a fragile barricade between the land and sea.

They were saved from further silence by the sudden beat of wings behind them, the hushed sound of footfalls in soft sand stirring Roland from his mindless observation. He turned as a voice called out to them, the single word tripping uneasily off the stallion's tongue as if he struggled to pronounce it, or was not overtly familiar with the term. What he saw when he faced the newcomer took him by surprise. There were many eccentricities about the beast- for there was no other word for him. He was large, quite a bit larger than Roland himself, with a towering rack of antlers upon his head- garnished by a snake of all things. A pair of impressive charcoal wings were unfolded from his sides, and if it was an intimidation tactic, it was certainly working. He looked like he had been through a great deal, with scars and markings tattooed across his bay frame. The Thief found himself wondering where they all might have come from, what stories lay behind each and every brand.

Whether there was reason to fear him or not, Lena positioned herself in front of Roland once her introduction had been made, which was most definitely cause for concern. "I am Roland," he chimed in with a faint smile, figuring there was no harm in being polite until they figured out just why he had approached them. The Thief fidgeted uneasily behind Lena, reluctant to let her place herself in harm's way for his sake. He was nothing much, not worth her life, not worth the risk of her safety. But he stayed where he was, hooves digging anxiously into the damp sand as he watched the approaching stranger. Roland's gaze was drawn back to the white reptile curled around the stallion's antlers once Lena commented upon it, though he couldn't quite find it within himself to appreciate such a serpent when he had, in the past, had such unpleasant encounters with snakes.

@[Lena] @[Gaucho]

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