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[OPEN] [WELCOME] In Our Short Bitter Lives

Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
Outcast atk: 8 | def: 11.5 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 HH :: 5 [Frostfall] HP: 79 | Buff: NUMB
Lochan :: Plain Cerndyr :: Dark Mist & Rakt :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast Jen
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Consider this:

the wind that blows furthest,

the cold that strikes hardest,

these are the elements

persistence begets.


"Let us walk," Ashamin had said to Demothi, long prior and without much thought to a warning. Perhaps, though, he realized as they came to the Basin and night fell swift, he should have offered a preamble to their journey.

But that was no matter, and now the pair had arrived at Ashamin's favorite, coldest place in Helovia.

Lochan had slept most of the way, curling up in Ashamin's sarong among the sticks and dried grasses the Haruspex had gathered along the way, and so when night at last arrived the cerndyr seemed eager to rid himself of the cloth confinement. Ashamin lifted Lochan with care by the scruff, setting him down on the permafrost and unclenching his jaw. Thus, the pair came to stood between the magnificent sentinels and turn in unison to face the one who had chosen to follow them so far.

"We've arrived," Ashamin said, his voice swept by the night wind and back to Demothi, perhaps echoing louder the further it traveled. The Haruspex looked back out to the valley, his eyes narrowing against the cold and the dark, and smiled with pride. This was his home--there, faint in the distance, was the glowing entrance of his cave, lit inside by the faintest of fires. "Welcome to the Aurora Basin, Demothi!" He shouted, fighting with the current of the air and nickering, whinnying, with pleasure.

He circled, moving from the Western sentinel to the Eastern, and his tail flew behind him like a banner. Lochan followed in a dance, struggling to stay up as the wind threatened to push him over. "There are caves, nearby!" Ashamin said, his black eyes searching for Demothi's in the dark. Lochan pressed himself against Ashamin's legs, bracing himself, and in the haruspex's mind an image of the cave the bonded pair called home was flashed. "Follow me!"

And as Ashamin walked, head low, ears pinned, tail flying and heart full, he only hoped Demothi would follow. For this was a harsh land to live in, but every part of it... every part of it was worth the trouble.

[[Crappy is crap crap, sorry @[Demothi]. I suck at starting. All are welcome to join and welcome Demothi to the Basin!]]

Ashamin
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[WELCOME] In Our Short Bitter Lives - by Ashamin - 07-13-2015, 07:55 PM

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