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01-19-2013, 02:14 AM
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LYNX In the Threshold again. He doesn't know why he even bothers anymore, as he has no place to lead the lost. Perhaps it is simply the familiarity of the task that draws him here, or the driving need to make himself useful. Inactivity has never suited the small stallion. So, for whatever reason, he is here again, treading the same paths, easing through the trees that he knows so well that he could navigate them blind. Every time he comes here, he finds someone, roaming about as aimlessly as he, but completely disoriented. Lost. He knows the feeling, and that is the true reason he comes, the reason he seeks out others and guides them to wherever it is that they may wish to go. Once, the Dragon's Throat had been the default destination, the desert promising a home to those he led, and offering him a chance to rest. Now, he doesn't know where he will take any who he may encounter, only that he must take them somewhere. A voice filters through the forest, the tail of a conversation that he cannot hear. Simply a murmur, the suggestion of a female's words, rather than a true voice, he supposes. Still, even this faintest of hints lures him from the trail, pulls at his hooves until he adjusts his course to intersect with that of the speaker. It does not take long to find her, winged and colorful, blue coat acting as a beacon in the green woods. Nor does it take but a few seconds to notice the little black colt who is obviously not hers. The species is wrong, as is the scent, for the mare reeks of heat and sand, while the foal is marked by cool air and flowers. Protective instincts rise in the maimed buckskin, and though the pegasus lady shows no signs of wishing injury on the colt, he can't help but position himself slightly between the two, prepared to hurl his frame in front of the child should she prove to be a threat after all. Head lowers to the same level as the babe, and he hums a few low notes in an attempt to soothe. For as fierce as he appears, Lynx has never been able to resist foals, comforting all that he comes across and generally allowing them to command him as they please.  |
