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10-29-2012, 09:42 AM
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L E A N D E R The distinct scent of the ed-Edge had lured Leander through the trees. His burly, golden form stepped gingerly through the snow with quiet care. Mahogany wings were drawn against his back, their long tips reaching past his hindquarters, in hopes of avoiding the loud branches that clung to the trees. He had no way of knowing if Faelene was around this wood, or if it was Mauja himself. Either way, he was not in the mood to see another soul be dragged off to a life of hatred and an early demise. The source of the scent revealed himself soon enough. A bright bay Unicorn brute stumbled over the pale ground, his motions uncoordinated and wrong. Leander's brow wrinkled into a grimace as he watched the stallion speak from a distant bundle of trees. There was clearly something wrong with this horned boy; who was likely some soldier he'd faced in the World's Edge. Surprisingly, the mare which he spoke to looked almost hostile as she gestured her own spiked head. Quizzically, honey orbs narrowed at the scene. Finally, he stepped out from his well concealed spot. "Hello miss! And welcome to Helovia! Are you in need of any assistance?" The tawny buck strode towards the lady, gazing at her with a smile while still keeping tabs of the other stallion in the corner of his eye. Feathered pillars halted a respectful distance away from the sun-kissed dame, and he dipped his head low in a polite flourish of cream locks. She was a lovely sight; with firey tresses falling long over her slender neck. Her eyes were yet another attractive vision, bearing a bright orange hue he'd never seen on the face of anyone else. "You look quite capable of handling this.. drunkard, yourself. But if you would like any help, it would be my pleasure to aid you." Warm, husky tones met the air.  |
