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10-10-2012, 08:02 AM
It was hard to understand that anything could live on the vast, open tundra. But if one looked close enough one would find life… There was the caribou, the rabbits in their white winter clothing, the arctic foxes and even a herd of horses. The frosty landscape was harsh, but far from a no-man’s-land. Food could be found under the snow and lichen clung to almost every little rock. The herd of horses was all horned. They where unicorns, glorious unicorns - yfir fólk . They had been literally thrown out in the cold, driven away from their homeland by their enemies, beaten and bloodied, but not broken. They would gather more soldiers, increase the number of their troops and take back what was rightfully theirs. There was a young colt among them, a former prince, who wished he could speed up his growing, wished that he had the means to help his father win back the throne. He was Tamlin and his young eyes had seen things a boy’s shouldn’t have too. He was now a confused little colt, still young in mind, but with memories of pain, blood and fighting occupying his brain. A cold wind was blowing today and Tamlin stood with his snow-flecked butt towards it. His lynx pelt had curled up against his neck, but instinct had told him to turn his back on the wind and thus it almost lifted his cover of off him. He was shivering slightly and his dual colored eyes were half closed. He’d not seen his mother for a while and so he was rather hungry. He’d even stooped to now and then chew on some lichen, just to make his belly stop doing those funny noises. He’d never thought he would trade the sweet, warm milk for dirt-tasting green stuff, but his body gave him no choice. As he stood there, his rump turned on the wind, he felt a bit lonely and helpless. It dawned on him that he would not always have his mother to lean on, and apparently he couldn’t even count on her to feed him. Tamlin came to the conclusion that he would have to learn how to take care of himself. And he had to learn fast too if he wanted to survive Frostfall. It seemed no one cared about him, but himself. Stupid adults! [Ooc; I'm working and writing at the same time so it's not the best of posts, well well x3] |
he sows in bloodPermission to use violence and magic against Tamlin at all times granted
