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The bases of the mountain forests were murky, and moist. The dull gray winter had come and gone at last, and the earth was blooming again. Fresh emerald grass smeared over a chocolate crust. He had been traveling for days, the muck on his ebony legs could tell that story alone. Moving around in melting snow and mud would do that to any creature that tried to move though the forests this time of year. The air was a mixture of breezes both warm and cold, fog covered the horizon. Forest ground was soft and spongy and in the mind of the coming beast, it was perfect sparing weather. The way one’s body could move though the soft soil, the risks and change factors that come with two bodies clashing against one another in an unstable environment made fighting enjoyable. It had been a while since he had a good spar with a decent opponent. Perhaps, this new place would have some potential targets. Time would tell, it was a skill that could never be rushed.
And so, the midnight soldier carried on though the forest canopy. Taking in the sights and sounds of a new beginning he moved though the trees with ease. Placing caution to his foot placing in the soft soil, he breathed deep the forest. He could smell them; taste them on his tongue as he winded his way through the misty pine. But among the smell of the Pegasus and the Equine, the Unicorn linger as well. Pray, they weren’t as his mother was, neutral to the beings that came ill-equipped with no horn. No sword and dagger, but wings and being naked completely. She paid for her sins in blood, and her life. He would never forget the day she died, because it was the same day he grew up. He never claimed to be anything special to anyone; but he was defiantly a force to be reckoned with.
The knights’ movements seized as he came upon a stream, fresh melted snow runoff from the mountain. Raven helm lowered to the surface of the cool waters as he began to drink. The liquid felt fresh on his tongue, and soothed his dry throat as it slid down his gullet. Whipcord, flicked behind him, fluidly from side to side, tresses gently fluttering against his dusty nape. Stepping into the stream, the water rushed over his hooves, and the mud began to flake off. His horn, escalated to the trees as he gazed up into the blooming trees. This is where, it will all begin. His hot breath steaming from his nostrils, as he turned to gaze down at his reflection. He knew he wasn’t alone in this forest, they were not silent, the fools. Easily detected, but what did they have to hide from? As far as this hellion was concerned, he was the only danger here. Lobes turned back to his skull as he lipped at his joints, cleaning away the dirt and mud, aiding the water as it ran over his coat. They would come, he knew that. But they should go, if they’re smart.
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