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The air was warm and the sun was starting make it's climbing the sky when Morenth finally reached World's Edge. It had taken him longer than he would've liked to travel the length back to the land he now called home, but he was glad to finally be back. Morenth traveled through the trees, glancing up as every so often he noticed movement, other residents marching towards the center of the land. He did not think much on it at first, his mind was tired as his body was sore. Small cuts and bruises covered him, results from the battle of the Tiger God, but none were as sore as his ribs. Each time he took a breath in, a sharp pain sprang up along his side and he quickly let it go, regretting his need to breath. He wandered through the trees until they began to disperse around him and make way for the rolling green hills that made up World's Edge.
He did not notice the gathering at first but as he continued on he began to become aware of voices in the clearing. Loud and strong, among others as well as movement up ahead. Drifting through the last part of the forest, the striped unicorn emerged, tired and weary but curious as to what was going on. A large crowd had gathered around one horse in particular who was speaking to them. Morenth heard snippets, bits here and there as he got closer. His gaze swept over the crowd, but there was few he recognized, save for the white filly who he'd briefly seen falling before he attacked the tigress. Quiet as a shadow he lingered among the outer edge of the group, ears pricked forward despite the weariness deep in his eyes.
notes:
sorry about being late, I had not realized there was a meeting going on >///<
