[[So Tolio is Non-Plague and I just want to throw him out there for anyone really~]]

Aurora Basin.

Tolio had never been so relieved in his entire life. Freezing temperatures had eroded away the natural happiness the stallion carried with him. Frostbreath Steppe was a cold and lifeless land now, no longer inhabited by the outcast Edge. He would willingly admit that he was completely thankful for leaving the wretched land. Hot springs and warm soil had been given to them by a God. Time God, if Tolio had heard correctly. Even the mere idea of an immortal taking interest in a small herd such as theirs was rather hard to imagine. Nonetheless if the celestial being were to appear in front of the unicorn right that moment, he would bow before him and grovel in thanks.

Tolio had despised the freezing lands. So he was rather giddy with childish delight that he could slip to the hot springs and relax whenever he wanted. However now was not the time for such simple pleasures. Dark thoughts plagued the normally joyous mind of the stallion, and flamboyant personality had retreated into the other side shown only in the Basin. There was no longer an ability to show his goofy personality before these cold eyed foxes. Tolio was a fighter and understood the trials the mind went through that caused many of them to act that way, but he despised the fact that one wrong step would reveal his troubles. The Plague. He wasn't incompetent or blind. It was impossible to miss the whispers or see the blatant racism that occupied the herd. Tolio could only think of Phaedra, the winged sister he adored so much. Could he truly remain in a place like this, when he did not approve of their views?

Another invisible thread held him firmly in place. Could he help those taken prisoners, simply because they had no horn upon their brow? And Faelene. Leaving her would be almost impossible. Cinnamon colored hoof struck the ground with a fierce exasperation. Ears pinned into bloody mane, disappearing in the tangled strands. Why did this have to suddenly spiral out of control? Everything Tolio had stood for was at stake. He had sworn to Mauja to remain with the outcasts for as long as he had breath in his lungs. But where was Mauja now? Where was the one he had sworn loyalty to? Sneer drew along normally pleasant features, creating a vicious and cold creature Tolio tried not to let influence him. There was more to the flamboyant gay stallion than many believed. There always was a deeper layer to those who seemed jovial. Bright tail slapped against white stockings in annoyance as long legs stalked over the land.

Too much turmoil. Stay or leave? Phaedra had spoken of the Grey, an option he could choose if he needed to. Could he really, though? Faelene was the only other one he cared for. He wanted to stay, to help and stand alongside the others who remained away from the Plague's influence. Stay or leave?