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07-06-2016, 08:27 PM
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| Leaving the land of ice and snow for something a little more favourable for the time being the golden stallion glided across the tundra with minimal effort. His hooves had hardened to deal with the ice and snow of the Basin but with this warmer weather there was no need to worry about sliding on any ice. Lengthening his stride and tossing his head the golden beauty galloped along enjoying the freedom that this land entitled him to. Back home there was very few days of peace and quiet so he had learned from very young to take the time and enjoy it when he could, not that it brought him much joy though. In his mind it was merely a chance to workout his muscles and keep his body fit there was no time for fun and games when your life was on the line constantly. Slowing his pace as his lungs began to burn he looked around to find fields of green surrounding him and the strange building of the Rotunda up ahead. He had been here once before and met a couple strange characters but their conversation had not lasted long before something had come up and they had parted ways. Allowing his body to come to rest at the base of a small stream he waded into the cool liquid lowering his muzzle to the waters surface to take a few sips. Bi-coloured optics scanned the scenery around him in this moment of vulnerability finding nothing but a few jack rabbits in the taller grasses nearby. While his eyes betrayed him in finding the mare his sense of smell picked up on the stranger after a couple of moments. Mentally his mind went to his weapon strapped protectively to his foreleg, was this needed? No, it was only a mare surely he could manage without the need to use his secondary blade. Removing himself from the stream he walked up onto dry land issuing out a whinny that was loud enough for the girl to hear. Now what would she do? Run? Or would she show herself from where she was hiding? In his experience most would show themselves if they were not to chicken but there were always the select few who would manage to surprise him. He was not looking for a fight but if provoked he would not stand back and take a beating, he would win. “We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”
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