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10-26-2012, 07:23 AM
ONLY A WARRIOR knows the true meaning of war "Coward!" The simple word made the stallion raise his head from the ground, interrupting his grazing. Who had uttered such a word? He had been searching for grass under all the snow in the Treshold, and as he finally found something to eat - a voice interrupted him. "I guess that I have to find out who said that...", the stallion murmured and started walking towards where he had heard it from. As he trotted between the naked trees, he found something ahead of him. A horned filly. 'What's this?', he thought. He had only met one unicorn before in this land, also a filly. The big Fjord suddenly wondered when he would meet Aylin again. 'Someday.. She was a nice little girl.' But now he had to focus on this little gal. At least this unicorn had a voice like a girl. She was like a negative version of Aylin: Her body almost melted into the snow and her cream-colored mane and tail reminded him of his own hair. But the golden strings differed the two. The horn in the filly's forehead was pale gold and white, and all together - she was quite a sight. Baldur shook his head and came closer to the little unicorn. "Hello, little filly." Once he had came close enough, it was clear that she was a filly instead of a colt. The stallion tilted his head and then observed the surroundings. She seemed to be alone. Where was her parents? "Where is your family?", he asked. He lowered his head to look her into her eyes. His dark minty eyes met one light gold and one clouded, which probably meant that she was blind on that eye. Half blind and so young, never a good combination. His older sister had a small problem with one of her eyes, but it hadn't became useless because of that. Who would leave this filly alone on her own? Word count: 320-ish OOC: Sorry for keeping you waiting ^^' Walk, walk, walk. "Talk, talk, talk." Think, think, think. | ||
