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We used to look up and wonder at our place in the stars. The midnight unicorn moved slowly through the forest. The Birdsong sun warmed the air, and dappled the ground in long fingers that were able to break through the canopy. Though the trees were not at their full foliage, they provided enough coverage to maintain the coolness of the season. Making her way along, alone as nearly always, she spent time mapping the terrain in her mind. She had never been this way during her time in Helovia, and was unsure what she would find sneaking through the trees. It was remarkable really, she considered, how among the decay of decaying trees, life still thrived. Upon the thick trunks of the dead grew boughs of rebirth. She had heard in passing there stood an ancient ruin that had still perservered, and she quested to find it. But as she picked her way further into the depths of the forest, she noticed the trail of another crossed paths with her. In the soft soil, distinct cloven hoofprints were pressed into the mud. She dipped her head low and inhaled deeply. She recoilee, lip curling. The trail smelled of a putrid sickness. The starry mare paused, and considered turning and leaving. But she was a warrior, the proud Corporal of the Aurora Basin, and she held no fear or concern for whatever may be lurking in the wood. Continuing on, more cautiously than before, she found herself following the trail of prints, until she came upon the sounds of their owner. Remaining concealed the best she could, Ki'irha peered through the thicket. A stallion stood alone. He was handsome and uniquely colored, jet black with strains of vivid gold. But still, something seemed off. The brute seemed to stumble, and even while standing still he seemed to have a certain uneasiness on his own feet. He avoided the touch of low hanging branches, shying from them like they were going to animate and drag him in. She stood in the shadows for a while, watching him wobble. He stared at something, though she wasn't sure what. But something dark was dripping and oozing. The girl was unnerved. There was the distinct sound of a laugh that mutated into an awful cough, and tar seemed to burst from his mouth. She watched, horrified, before something possessed her to speak to him. "Hello, darling,"she called out, her words slow and gentle. Perhaps he was a haunt of the forest? A mad creature cursed with illness? Or an outcast, exiled because he was plagued with some horrid disease. She shuddered. She slowly stepped from her cover, knowing it was a dangerous move. Silver eyes never left the brute, and she watched for any indication he may strike. But although he was bigger than she, she was small and quick. "You seem unwell. Is there any way I may be able to help you?"How stupid, she thought. She did not possess healing magic, nor did she know of any cures or treatment for any sickness this may be. But, though he may be deranged, he still wore a horn upon his brow, and deserved help if he needed it. She stood strong, and waited to see how mad this unicorn really was. ______________________ “Talk” OOC// Tagged// Now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt. |
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Please Tag Me ○ Permission for magic and injury is granted. Just no death or permanent harm.
