The Courage You Have Left [Open,Grey]

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The Courage You Have Left [Open,Grey]

Apollo the Merciful Posts: 251

Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 11 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Zola :: Black Cat :: None Sparrow

11-23-2012, 10:36 PM (This post was last modified: 11-26-2012, 05:29 PM by Apollo.)

Apollo

How can you say that your truth is better than ours?

A black and white body moved easily through the shadows, weaving effortlessly through the trees of Helovia’s Threshold. Muscles pulled and released, hindquarters pushing off the ground as the creature sped through the snow. Hard, dark grey hooves pounded across the forest floor, creating a beat of frantic repetition, muffled slightly by the white powder covering the land and an ebony mane and tail fluttered as he ran, matted with snow and tangled with twigs and sticks from his mad dash through the Threshold. Frigid air filled his lungs, crisp and pungent with winter, and only after he was certain that he was not being followed did he slow to a walk, taking a few trembling steps onwards before stopping completely. The figure, while looking completely equine at first glance was anything but; the crystalline blue horn upon his head stood out as a proud statement that he was, indeed, a Unicorn.

"… At least I’m not being chased anymore…” The stallion mumbled to himself, heaving a breath through his nostrils. Weary, honey-brown eyes watched the mist that formed upon his exhale, pondering back to how he had gotten himself into this mess.

Just outside of the Threshold borders, Apollo had encountered a pack of wolves. While he could handle his own against one or two of the carnivorous lupines, the black and white Overo knew better than to test his luck when the pack turned out to be six or seven members strong. So, he did what any rational creature would do; he ran. Somehow he had made it through unscathed, but it left him tired and trembling with fatigue.

Flicking his black tail, he glanced over his shoulder towards the way he had come, scenting the breeze. There was no smell of wolves on the wind, and he exhaled once more in relief. Now that the wolves no longer posed the Unicorn a threat, he simply needed to find somewhere to rest up for the night. That left him with his new problem...

He knew nothing of this land around him, or the inhabitants it might hold. The forest he stood in now was empty and covered in snow, but surely that wasn't all to it? Maybe it was more dangerous here than the way he had come...? Either way, Apollo would find out. If there was no threat to be had here, then he'd simply carry on. Taking in one last breath and scenting the breeze a final time, the black and white unicorn continued on his way, stepping lightly through the snow and once more blending into the shadows.

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