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07-01-2015, 06:10 PM
Ashamin
It had been a long time since Ashamin had left the Basin, and even longer since he had come to the Threshold. He stood now under its long, stretching shadows a changed young beast. He was older, wiser, and scarred. There had been good and there had been bad, but he knew this: he was no longer alone. Young Lochan darted after Ashamin with ease, already graceful on his short and lengthening legs. The small 'panion was growing quickly, and with frostfall high and strong, his dark coat had grown out in shaggy waves. Ashamin found the cerndyr's spirit to be lively, but without their bond fully formed it was difficult to tell what the young creature was thinking. It would be a while, the Haruspex decided, before he could understand exactly who Lochan was. For now, Ashamin had settled on what he knew: the creature ate a remarkable amount, slept even more, and was growing at an unbelievable rate. Ashamin had never been a father or a brother, and suddenly having to care for a life was, well, a remarkable task. It was rare that Lochan was even awake during the day, but the skies overhead were so dark that it could have been night and Ashamin had slept the night before, which had left Lochan bored and aching for attention. Now the pair wandered together through the woods, a Haruspex and his follower, each sporting spots in the shadows. When the storm broke, it was with abandon. Flurries of snow patterned down and Ashamin watched, wide-eyed, as the sky seemed to fill with a blinding light. His own coat became quickly clogged and soaked with the stuff--his silken sarong gathered snow in its folds. Somehow, barely, he made out the picture of another through the trees. He nodded to Lochan, who watched with bright white eyes, and the two set off at a trot. The deer-prints the pair left behind were quickly filled with earth and snow. There was to be no trace of them--of anything. "Keeping warm?" Ashamin called out, his voice light and a warm smile trying to break through the thick haze of the storm. Lochan had settled at the base of a nearby tree, and Ashamin did well to follow him. From there, not far from the stranger, he extended his cheek in greeting. The stallion was taller and thicker than Ashamin, bearing the sturdy build of a draft and four unique horns, which were in combination unlike anything the Haruspex had ever before seen. The younger unicorn looked upon the bold-formed white with admiration. There was something, well, regal about this stranger. "I am Ashamin," he said kindly as he pulled his features away from the other. Though Ashamin was bolder than he had been the previous season, he still wasn't one to ask questions so quickly. The stallion would have to introduce himself. His long tail dropped, and the arcing tesla coil at its end send sparks across the surface of the snow upon landing. Lochan leapt and brayed, hopping over one such blue streak with ease, and cast his bonded a faint and childish scowl. Ashamin laughed; "And this is Lochan. Welcome to Helovia, stranger." The paint's voice was steady, shaking only from the slight cold. He felt so proud to have come to where he was now. He was standing where he had once been, but this time on the other end of the stick so to speak. Ashamin only hoped he could show this newcomer the same respect and kindness he had been shown upon arrival--only hoped he could do well. Come with me little one, schlep through this storm. We're a pair in the day, we are marching in form. There stands a stranger, lost tall in the white. Here is familiar: Come day and through night. [[Tagged: @[Demothi]--so excited to meet your fellow!]] |
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