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Just yesterday Crowley had arrived to Frostbreath. It was a strange place, to say the least. It held a strange beauty to it, yet at the same time, there was little mercy towards those who called it home. It was unfit for a herd that might be trying to raise little ones, but fortunately, that was the last thing on the mind's of those that resided here in the Steppe. What little food was here was scarce and bitter, and for the unicorns here, they were even more so. It was with curiousity that Crowley had been making a round that morning, seeing what this unforgiving land had to offer. So far, he had found little but a few icy caves, dead foliage, and the occasional white hare zipping by in the distance. With a snort of boredom, the brindle turned and was about to return to the band of outcast unicorns, until his ears caught wind of something strange. Turning, the stallion caught the surprising sight of - would you guess it - a Pegasus, rolling around in the snow like this was some goddamn playground. Picking up the pace, the unicorn started for the stallion, knowing that if he were to take to the air, it would be pointless to try and chase him down. With his ears tipped back, he spoke up once close enough. "Peculiar thing, you are," came his voice, eyeing the grullo closely, "What kind of winged fool would dare come here?" Word Count: 248 Walk Walk Walk "Talk Talk Talk." Think Think Think |
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The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
