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01-31-2013, 07:19 AM
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SEVEN DAYS TO THE POISON AND A PLACE IN HEAVEN
"Hey, what's that?!" For a moment, he nearly stopped; nearly choked, fell over, died, anything. For a moment, his heart stopped beating, his lungs stopped breathing, and the world stopped turning. What's that..? What did they see? What provoked the mare of the pair to speak so loudly in surprise? Did they see the trees through his white body, the dimness of his outline, a ghost? Pained, Mauja drew closer, schooling his features into his mask, open curiosity, but beneath the fear hammered hard in his chest. Only by going closer would he know what they saw, only be speaking would he hear their words and questions, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad that they, too, advanced. When finally the three of them met and stopped, the Frostheart felt near breaking with the sudden, crushing fear that he might not be back after all. "Thank you, Mauja, for welcoming us." She sounded normal at least, not as if she talked to someone who didn't seem to quite belong — just a stallion, who had greeted her. Not a specter haunting the woods. He released a pent-up breath he didn't know he'd been holding, only to snap his head slightly to the side when the mare suddenly broke off. Was her brother glaring at him? Mauja's quick gaze danced between the pair as the deep-voiced one continued, and his eyes narrowed but a fraction. He'd seen a lot in his day, heard a lot, veiled questions and statements; did, unicorns, imply something, or was it merely his way of speaking? Did he think Mauja blind, for the moon-shadow starting to creep in across his eyes? "Perhaps I do," he said smoothly, the corners of his mouth curling up in a slight, teasing grin. There was no way of knowing the hearts of stranger simply by staring at them, so he had to try and get it out in the open, make it fall from their tongues in one way or another. "Far to the north, in a land of snow and darkness, there lies a hidden valley of the horned..." His voice trailed into silence for a moment, his eyes moving between the two, still something light, playful in it. "Maybe, you would find it a fitting home, and a fitting.. company." But they still had a few things to solve before he'd let them come, but for now, the turn to speak was theirs. Mauja the Frostheart This is where heroes and cowards part ways |
