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04-17-2015, 03:51 PM
Renegade continued to find herself looking off into the areas of the Basin. The snow and ice was laid out on the ground like a carpet. The sun had just about completely left the sky, no trace of any purples or oranges left. The horned mare wearily watched Arah’s steps and mimicked them. It took Renegade a while to recognize the coldness of the Basin, she hoped she would get used to the frosty climate soon.
A dark grey figure seemed to tread out of the shadows once the two mares had halted, he had a lion tail and a large black spiral horn sprouted from the center of his head. Inquisitiveness struck the mare like lighting as he got closer. Renegade’s gaze shifted to the direction of the stallion and examined his features as he approached them, he intently stared at her. She guessed he was someone important to the herd by the way Arah had looked at him. She stood up straight and tried to make a virtuous impression.
Renegade pondered about what he thought of her since she was a newcomer and he’d never seen her before. The dark chestnut mare listened to the two Basiners have a brief talk and then bow to one another. She listened to his words carefully as he spoke, making sure to catch everything. His name was Deimos and was the lord. She pushed her gaze towards the stallion once again. “Hello, my name is Renegade. I was greeted by Arah in what I was told was called the threshold.” she said in a rather neutral tone but yet with a hint of strength.
Renegade decided to give the stallion a light bow as well, along with a soft smile. Her sapphire eyes flicked back to the pearl mare by who stood next to Ren. She wondered what role Arah had played in the herd if Deimos was the lord. The wind had calmed down by now, her ivory hair had stopped intertwining with the golden chain that hung on her neck.
WC: 341
Tag: @[Arah] @[Deimos]
Tag: @[Arah] @[Deimos]
