Helpless

[OPEN] Helpless

Sacre Posts: 274

World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi

05-19-2013, 06:20 PM

By the time Sacre had reached the place of his birth the sun had set and his way was lit by the silver hues of the moon. All seemed peaceful if it wasn't fur his hurried steps and his worried expression. "Roux!" He shouted frantically, knowing Aramis was surely somewhere nearby, but his brother was not. Not being able to find him in the Basin, Sacre had stumbled out and travelled to the one place he knew best other than his home land. It was a long way and he may not have made it if it wasn't for his father's hell dog that showed him the directions and was a welcome company. He only wished that Aramis would be able to alert him to any sign on his brother, his heart was like a sledgehammer against his tiny body as he constantly worried about all the possible scenarios. Maybe he was with father or mother, maybe he was panicking for no reason and should've stayed in the Basin. Yet, he couldn't help it and each minute was like a minute in hell. "Roux!"

Suddenly voices reached his and the foal jumped in fright. Falling to a dead halt with lobes twitching in uncertainty. Should he go ask them, if they had seen Roux? What if they were bad horses, like father had told him about and they turned to attack him. He felt sick with the indecision, but he bravely strode forwards with icy eyes hardening in resolve. He needed to find Roux; no matter what.

There were many and they all seemed to be crowded around something small. One of them smelt like his own herd, the bay with the spark like markings all over his face. Sacre had never met him before, but it was a small comfort to know he was not completely alone in the face of so many strange scents. Two had strange looking limbs protruding from their sides, were these what his father called pegasus? The other golden man and the filly who seemed not much different in age than himself, they had no horns. These were strange creatures and Sacre felt a mixture of intrigue and fright. He didn't know if he was making the right choices, if fleeing would've been the better option instead of being surrounded by unknown souls. However, the deciding factor was when he finally got a look at the young fawn who shivered under the canopy of a great oak tree. The colt was suddenly taken by a swift concern and he watched rather helplessly from the rear of the group as the adults seemed to be taking control of the situation.

Almost on impulse, Sacre followed the golden filly and her strange looking pet through the crowds of large horses until she stood before the fallen fawn. Strangely announcing the word friend before falling silent. The foal looked to the others all around him and silently wished Aramis would come back, make him feel less like a stranger surrounded by oddness. They all seemed concerned for the one life of the fawn, but surely they could help it? Sacre had never felt so helpless in his entire life. His father was a healer and he had to stop himself from suggesting he go find him, because he knew simply from observing that his father would not help such a pathetic looking thing.

Roux, where was Roux? He felt so alone in this strange crowd as he stood next to the girl of warm hues. "I will help if I can, though... I do not know how. Father would've known." He spoke sadly. The adults conversed some more, they seemed interested in the bushes around them, but Sacre was still just a child. Perhaps as young as the poor fawn that lay on the ground. No, all he could offer was a silent companionship until Aramis returned.