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05-21-2013, 12:03 PM
Faelon walked lands that he had never tread foot on. What was this foreign place with rocky hills, and rugged terrain. The white boy didn't fit in, standing out like a white splotch of paint on a black canvas. He knew the Foothills herd lived here, and a little bit more afraid that it was conquered by the notorious group known as "The Grey". The lad was brave, but at all times he wanted to avoid bloodshed. The thing that grossed him out most was killing others for no reason.
Where he used to live before, his fighting skills were renowned, but he only used them for the purpose of good. Now, he didn't want to battle, even for his own safety. But something brought him here, as if someone was pleading to free them from imprisonment. He wasn't sure, and slightly wary that he might be walking into a trap, all because of his subconscious. But he felt a calling, like someone was summoning him here.
In all cases he didn't know, and feared an attack by other horses because he was a unicorn. Would they think he was a trespasser from the Basin? Hopefully not. Faelon did want to join them, but he has realized that they were racist and did not accept other kinds of horses, so the stallion was bent on abandoning the idea of joining the Basin. A soft breeze blew past him, ruffling up his golden mane slightly, and he gave a faint smile. Did he come here in vain? He didn't know.
Where he used to live before, his fighting skills were renowned, but he only used them for the purpose of good. Now, he didn't want to battle, even for his own safety. But something brought him here, as if someone was pleading to free them from imprisonment. He wasn't sure, and slightly wary that he might be walking into a trap, all because of his subconscious. But he felt a calling, like someone was summoning him here.
In all cases he didn't know, and feared an attack by other horses because he was a unicorn. Would they think he was a trespasser from the Basin? Hopefully not. Faelon did want to join them, but he has realized that they were racist and did not accept other kinds of horses, so the stallion was bent on abandoning the idea of joining the Basin. A soft breeze blew past him, ruffling up his golden mane slightly, and he gave a faint smile. Did he come here in vain? He didn't know.
