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12-06-2012, 05:30 PM
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S O R E N Soren had never heard the expression "curiousity killed the cat", and if he had, he probably wouldn't have put much credit into it. With dutiful purpose, the sable colt marched the the farthest reaches of the North, carefully following the tracks of the other Unicorns. His meetings with the cruel mares, the red maned lady, and the hurt stallion had left him with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. These Unicorns were not like any others he'd met so far; they seemed angry, secretive, brooding. The two dark females wouldn't even speak to him when he'd approached them. Blue eyes gazed into the distance, spotting the new herd-land amongst the mountain's looming shoulder. Something was afoot, and Soren was ready to see it. He had no fear. Blacked legs carried him towards the center of the territory, his young gaits far strengthened by the many days trudging through thick snows. Already, his leggy frame was gaining muscle, showing more and more signs of the strong stallion he would become. Soon, he reached a spring, though the water bubbled and steamed like no other liquid he'd ever seen. One forelimb stretched out to test the strange pool, before jerking back out in surprise. It was warm! Furrowed brows adorned his face as he stared quizzically. This place was certainly not at all like the depths of the forest he was born in. A sharp twinge of homesickness ebbed in his chest at the thought. He had strayed far from mother and father this time.  |
