Aldoran had left the fight before it had finished. Not because of cowardice but because he wasn’t needed. He had mundane powers, none combat ones and he was of little help since there were so many other equines there either looking after the wounded or fighting the God. He had slipped away in his typical, quiet manner. In the days following he tended to his own wound and kept away from others in a secluded little cave hidden by overhanding trees and vegetation. He was quite a closed stallion, fearing that anyone who got to emotionally close would end up dead just like his father and his mother. He also feared what he could do, particularly after what happened at birth. However he was a fighter and pushed past all the pain in his earlier life to try and make a fresh start. And that was what he was doing here, now, trying to make a fresh start in Helovia.
It was late night and the moon shone down as persistence as ever through the red-leafed trees. Aldoran actually liked the perpetual darkness, it allowed him cover and also made his glow stand out well. Now as he wandered through the red forest heading ever closer to the Blood Waterfall he contemplated the fact that if he wanted a fresh start he would need to talk to other equines, and to talk to other equines he would need to do something besides hiding in a cave. And so he ended up here, walking amongst the dizzyingly tall and sickening red trees that made up his new home. He was actually beginning to like it though…
OOC notes: Open to anyone! I kinda drifted out of the plot due to stress and I really want to get back into RPing Aldoran since I need to get a firm grasp of his personality. In other words do whatever you want to him so long as you aren’t killing or claiming him, he does not do well in big groups but can hold is own either way. Thanks <3