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10-31-2012, 02:04 PM
[OOC: Fancy schmancy table coming soon :P]
Helovia...
Vermillion had been born to a land not terribly unlike Helovia, a land called Isilme. He had heard whispers as members of his parents herd fled, that the land to which they would now call home was
Helovia.
But really, it wasn't so different. The youngster was still alone. Vermillion walked steadily, his leonine tail flicking every so often, to the beat of his thoughts. He was a Uniquine, although by looking at him, he looked like a full-blooded unicorn, quite unlike his twin brother
Solomon
The youngster thought of his brother, and sighed deeply, feeling a tremendous weight wash over him. Solomon was almost surely dead. Vermillion no longer felt the life-blood of his twin pulsing like a dull throb anymore - he hadn't for some time. He had never been far enough away from his sibling, to discover if perhaps distance could also have this effect, thus he could only conclude that he was dead. A pitiful snarl graced his soft coltish muzzle, but only momentarily. He felt an overwhelming urge to simply give up; he was too young to deal with the idea of losing his family, and starting over. His life had only just begun, hell, he didn't even really have a personality worked out, much less a game plan for life.
The cream palomino walked on, not really taking in his surroundings, just walking. Would anyone here know him? Did he look like his mother or father? Julius or Armada? He could scarcely remember their faces anymore, and could remember no-one from his previous home.
Helovia...
Vermillion had been born to a land not terribly unlike Helovia, a land called Isilme. He had heard whispers as members of his parents herd fled, that the land to which they would now call home was
Helovia.
But really, it wasn't so different. The youngster was still alone. Vermillion walked steadily, his leonine tail flicking every so often, to the beat of his thoughts. He was a Uniquine, although by looking at him, he looked like a full-blooded unicorn, quite unlike his twin brother
Solomon
The youngster thought of his brother, and sighed deeply, feeling a tremendous weight wash over him. Solomon was almost surely dead. Vermillion no longer felt the life-blood of his twin pulsing like a dull throb anymore - he hadn't for some time. He had never been far enough away from his sibling, to discover if perhaps distance could also have this effect, thus he could only conclude that he was dead. A pitiful snarl graced his soft coltish muzzle, but only momentarily. He felt an overwhelming urge to simply give up; he was too young to deal with the idea of losing his family, and starting over. His life had only just begun, hell, he didn't even really have a personality worked out, much less a game plan for life.
The cream palomino walked on, not really taking in his surroundings, just walking. Would anyone here know him? Did he look like his mother or father? Julius or Armada? He could scarcely remember their faces anymore, and could remember no-one from his previous home.
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"it is when we are most lost
we find our truest friends "
- Snow White
"it is when we are most lost
we find our truest friends "
- Snow White
