The pair that cut through the early morning frost seemed oddly matched. The stallion was horned, hulking and painted in indigo while the mare was slim and refined, beautifully feathered and pale as the morning. A strange pair, indeed, on first glance but once beyond the physical traits that set them at apart they had more in common than one might suspect, for the omnipotent hands of gods or fate had brought them together. They were a priest and a priestess, and both had lived in service to the gods of the Rift until, moments after their meeting, they had been pulled through to this strange place whose Gods and people were stranger still. Their worlds had been turned upside down and now they had only each other.

In the months since they had entered Helovia, the two had been nearly inseparable. He was her guide and protector; and though he might not have know how to express it, he needed her just as desperately, as his tether and his purpose. The priest had lived his life in service, and though he had been dutiful to the gods, he had never felt the gratitude that he did now, and all of it was for her. He was a castaway; lost and unsure as children torn too soon from their mother’s side. Never in all his years had anything mattered but his gods, and he had been cut off from them, and so had she. As lost as he was, he was not alone.

For a time they had been vagabonds, cast into this new place neither warning nor direction. Content in the company that the other provided, and wary of the inhabitants that had taken part in the slaying of their gods, the pair had avoided contact with others as much as possible. He had explored some of the lands, learning what he could but always preoccupied with keeping his priestess out of harms way. They might have continued that way forever, wandering listlessly from place to place, but what good would that do, he wondered. If they had been brought to this place for a reason, and the priest was hungry for more knowledge of the denizens and their deities and isolation would get them nowhere.  

He walked close to her, rumbling quiet directions and warnings of the terrain in his gruff voice. Every now and then, he would reach over with his muzzle and press, quite gently, into the side of her neck with a mind of keeping her close and assuring her of his presence. Soon, he thought, they should find what they sought; he could almost hear the words echoing in his mind, “…if you find yourself lost…know that you will be welcome at the World's Edge..”


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ooc:: Iscah(yet unnamed lol) is here with @Naja to join! Please let Ali post first?

Please give me time to decipher the signs

Please forgive me for time that I've wasted