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06-08-2013, 05:49 PM
Apollo knew not what drew him to the confines of the Threshold on that particular winter morning. It was common place, now; the overo stallion would wake, make his unecessary patrols around the Foothills borders, then venture south to strut through the familiar forests that marked the entrance to Helovia. Sometimes he would find individuals, lost and wandering as though they were searching for a home, and sometimes he wouldn't. Either way, simply getting out to stretch his legs and spend some time away from this family in the Grey was a reprieve. Oh, don't get him wrong; Apollo loved his home and wouldn't trade it for the world. For the first time in his life, he had finally found a place where he belonged, and that was in the comforting and protective arms fo the Grey. He would serve them until the day he died, the Medic knew... It was pure luck that he had been found by Phaedra in these very woods, a year ago last Frostfall. Apollo scoffed. "Has it truly been a year already? Goodness... How time flies." Indeed, how time did fly. It was remarkable, for not only had a whole year gone by since his initial arrival into this land, but he had changed beyond belief. While still somewhat awkward around others that he didn't know, especially mares, Apollo had finally discovered a gentlemanly niche in himself that he often fell back on in unsure situations. Unless, of course, he was around Midas; the General of the Dragon's Throat was a brother to the paint, after all. He was like a soothing balm to a burn, a steadfast pillar to go to whenever Apollo was feeling rather... Downtrodden. Still, back to the task at hand. Ebonite hooves drew the Earth Medic through the forest, the beads in his mane creating a familiar staccato of clack, clack, clack as they bounced and rubbed against one another. It was a soothing sound to Apollo's ears, and the simplicity of it all formed a smile on his lips. Still... As he moved, hooves striking the earth at a leisurely trot, the overo's honey-brown eyes caught sight of another about the same time that his ears picked up on the sound of crunching snow.. Pausing from where he was, Apollo squinited, trying to make out the newcomer... It was moments later that he spotted a Pegasus, rather wearily making it's way through the barren forest. "Are you well, brother?" Came the question of greeting, his voice soothing and unthreatening, and Apollo dared to venture closer to the Pegasus. The Medic's eyes roamed over the other male's frame, taking in his chocolate coat matted with dust and grime, and the tangles in the Pegasus' flaxen mane and tail. He looked rather pathetic, in a world-weary kind of way, and Apollo felt his heart go out to the stranger. He was obviously new to the lands, for he didn't smell of any of the herdlands... "Are you lost? Perhaps I could be of assistance...?" |
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