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03-19-2016, 02:59 AM
Here he was, back in Helovia, the place that sparked his interest in his father. Blue and brown eyes gazed around at the familiar trees as he thought about all that happened. After meeting Nato he had been spurred to find out more about his birth father. When Nato had disappeared the stallion had went back to his mother. Getting the name he needed had been like pulling teeth; horrible. He hated everything about what he had done to weasel the information from his mother. Guilt twisted his heart painfully as he watched the soft snow fall. It had taken a lot over three years to get the single name and place he needed; Tyradon and Helovia. Well, he knew one of those things at least.
A snort rippled from his large muzzle as he moved forward once more. He had changed so much since he time back at his birth home. He was tall, with a long back, thick neck, and heavily stacked muscles. He assumed the muscles had come from his father, rather than his mother's lean body. His coloring had changed as well, now he was clearly a red roan with dark chestnut legs and face. He was perfectly ordinary, from the right side anyway. The left was a different story, a ribbon of white wrapped around his back leg and tied in smoothly with the crescent moon that curved towards his flank. He was plain but uniquely him. A smile played over his large handsome face as he moved through the soft blanket of snow and thick trees. He knew how this worked and as sure someone would run into him eventually.
OOC;; I will have a table soon xD Anyone but the Throat please. I can't promise he'll go with anyone though so good luck! lol
A snort rippled from his large muzzle as he moved forward once more. He had changed so much since he time back at his birth home. He was tall, with a long back, thick neck, and heavily stacked muscles. He assumed the muscles had come from his father, rather than his mother's lean body. His coloring had changed as well, now he was clearly a red roan with dark chestnut legs and face. He was perfectly ordinary, from the right side anyway. The left was a different story, a ribbon of white wrapped around his back leg and tied in smoothly with the crescent moon that curved towards his flank. He was plain but uniquely him. A smile played over his large handsome face as he moved through the soft blanket of snow and thick trees. He knew how this worked and as sure someone would run into him eventually.
OOC;; I will have a table soon xD Anyone but the Throat please. I can't promise he'll go with anyone though so good luck! lol
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