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02-07-2013, 09:27 PM
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LYNX It worked, this rough droning sound, for though Demetrie still clung to his side, the fear scent receded slightly. She even joins in after a moment, though not as smoothly as she had before. Lynx forgives her though, just as he knows he always will. Well, perhaps not always, he corrects himself, but a good 99 percent of the time. He looks back at the girl fondly, replaced by mild confusion when she asked her question. Where were they going? He hadn't really thought that far ahead. He supposed the Thistle Meadow would do, with its readily available water and thick grass. Besides, that's where Leander had lead his little band of outcasts, and though the golden pegasus had disappeared, Lynx still hoped to find him there someday. Naive, perhaps, for there was a good chance that the palomino had died. What else would keep him away like this? The somber thoughts run through his mind like poison, even as he smiles and hums like nothing is wrong. What was he supposed to do? What purpose did he serve? For now he had foals to take care of, but what about when they grew up? Was he just supposed to keep finding new ones to raise? Would that be his life from now on? Though he loved foals deeply, Lynx wasn't sure he wanted them to be his sole purpose in life. He was still a soldier, even if he was taking a break from fighting. He could always seek to join another herd, he supposes, but he isn't certain that he wants to. Perhaps he could find his way into one of the many outcast bands that roamed Helovia. Surely he'd be able to find at least one that he'd be willing to join. Slightly comforted, he begins walking again, going slowly enough that Demetrie can keep up. (OOC: If you'd like we can go ahead and end it here and move to the Meadow.)  |
