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11-10-2012, 12:16 PM
One hoof in front of the other. One day passed and another began. That was all he could do really, watch others ravish in a fruitful living whilst he counted the days, the hours... The minutes. Snow fell in graceful wind and landed unwanted on his red brown fur where it lived for a few fleeting moments before melting into cold water. The grey angry clouds dispersed and the world shivered, mists engulfed him and the fetid smells of the marsh land entered his nostrils. A mare moved in the foul palette of the Spectral, her colours were that of silver and purple with a tail of a lion draped in moonlight. A stark contrast to the scenary, she was a beauty to the eye. So much so that the bay steed Descaro had to stop himself from making the fatal fall in the death pools around him. Danger lurked everywhere and it wasn't necessarily just the creatures that claimed this repugnant place as home, appreciating eyes watching the fine boned femme before the boy finally decided to greet the lady, steadily increasing his pace behind her."I did not expect to find others in the marshes" his tone was honest and made his presence known. Hooves, carefully, slowing their step on the narrow path that carried them both and kept them safe from the dead. His head turned slightly, almost inquiringly, allowing a mass of thick black mane to fall over one side of his neck and perfectly outlining his muscle structure. His bulk another contrast to her fine body, a crystal made horn had grown magnificently from his brow and he flicked his long tail absently. Now came the small wait to see if this stranger would prove friend or foe or remain simply a stranger. ooc; sorry for the late reply! <3 those who live are those who fight
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