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01-06-2015, 04:55 PM
The death and decay that the stallion had witnessed from long ago had shaken him up for many more seasons to come. Nightmares would wake him at night, replaying the images of friends and herd mates transformed into zombies long ago. He would would jolt awake, shaken up with a sheen of sweat on his coat, and wide blue eyes staring into the night. Gritting his teeth with anger, he would wish to kill every single one of the zombies that had hurt someone he cared for. For a while, it was a never ending plague for shadows danced at the corners of his mind all the time. Arrane felt as if he would never get a break of the paranoia after he disappeared for a while.
Time passed though, snow came and fell, flowers bloomed, the hot sun beat down on his back, and the cycle went around until he found himself standing in the threshold again, though he didn't know it.
It was safe for Arrane to assume there was nothing left of the malady. After wandering many miles away, confused, depraved of company and food he realized it had all ended, or so he thought. As he walked through the woods, lively with the touch of Birdsong, his ribs poked out from his once muscular body. Though the ivory stallion wandered about emaciated and confused, he had not lost his spirit of fighting and of honor. He was finally getting over horror he had witnessed, and decided to let his guard down for once, and eat a mouthful of the fresh green grass shining in the sunlight.
As he walked towards the good mouthful, Arrane realized this particular place gave him deja vu. Stopping shortly, he looked around closely observing the place. Looking at the tall woods surrounding him, with birds and butterflies flitting about, he realized this was the Threshold! This was where he decided he would join the Foothills and serve as a soldier. Rearing up, Arrane gave a joyful nicker, wondering if the Foothills still existed...that if there was some way he could be reunited. Happily, he consumed his grass, for once forgetting about the plague. The euphoria masked whatever fears he held, and this no longer was a dark place, but one of hope.
//381
//The last time I played Arrane was about 8 months ago during the "zombie" age of Helovia... So sorry if I'm rusty, and major time skip! ^^"
Time passed though, snow came and fell, flowers bloomed, the hot sun beat down on his back, and the cycle went around until he found himself standing in the threshold again, though he didn't know it.
It was safe for Arrane to assume there was nothing left of the malady. After wandering many miles away, confused, depraved of company and food he realized it had all ended, or so he thought. As he walked through the woods, lively with the touch of Birdsong, his ribs poked out from his once muscular body. Though the ivory stallion wandered about emaciated and confused, he had not lost his spirit of fighting and of honor. He was finally getting over horror he had witnessed, and decided to let his guard down for once, and eat a mouthful of the fresh green grass shining in the sunlight.
As he walked towards the good mouthful, Arrane realized this particular place gave him deja vu. Stopping shortly, he looked around closely observing the place. Looking at the tall woods surrounding him, with birds and butterflies flitting about, he realized this was the Threshold! This was where he decided he would join the Foothills and serve as a soldier. Rearing up, Arrane gave a joyful nicker, wondering if the Foothills still existed...that if there was some way he could be reunited. Happily, he consumed his grass, for once forgetting about the plague. The euphoria masked whatever fears he held, and this no longer was a dark place, but one of hope.
//381
//The last time I played Arrane was about 8 months ago during the "zombie" age of Helovia... So sorry if I'm rusty, and major time skip! ^^"
