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03-18-2015, 09:20 PM
The first step he takes into the Threshold of Helovia is done with tell-tale hesitation - without the loud and convincing chirp of Teetonka he feels like nothing, small and meek, there is not yellow bird to sit on his shoulder and whisper confidence into his head. Instead Antinanco must rely on his own bravery and skills here, something he has not done in a very long time.
That is not to say that the feathered stallion is not capable, he can do anything he wanted should he set his mind to it, but for someone that loves their own company, and rarely seeks out the company of others, to find themselves suddenly alone in a land that is stranger to them then anything they have experienced before can be more than little daunting.
But Antinanco, much like the rest of the population, does what seems natural. He fake's it.
That is why his next step seems a little surer, more confident, that is why his head lifts, tall, sharp ears perked forward attentively, and his soft golden eyes focus on the shadows that lurk between the trees. It is not a horrible place, he concedes, and once familiar it might even be pleasant.
The trees were not too thick, their leaves sparse enough to tell that the sun had started its journey towards the horizon line, early afternoon, still bright. Although the forest grew thicker the further he walked into it, it seemed to be ushering his sore feet along the bottom of the mountain, and the deeper in he moved, the easier he felt, as if the uncertainty would soon give away to something like excitement, rumbling deep in the depths of his dark chest.
A N T I N A N C O
[please note that antinanco only has two ears (one set) not four]
