| World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Bunnie |
D R A G O M I R
just pretend that you want me & be my baby, be my baby
It was the oddest occurrence he'd ever experienced in his short life, even including that band of travelling pegasi he'd met some several hundred miles back - the sun had set in the middle of the afternoon, no sooner than he'd laid eyes on the forest which he had been seeking out since he had met with the winged creatures, who had pointed him in this direction and promised civilization. His large hooves beat upon the earth in a solid tempo, the large painted stallion making no motions as to quiet his steps despite the ominous darkness that lingered over this area of country side. It crossed his mind as he reached the perimeter of the wood to turn back, remembering the tales of the shadow creatures that had swallowed Isilme whole that his mother had shared with him, his pale blue gaze searching the shadowy path of that led into the kingdom called Helovia with some curiosity as to whether or not the pegasi had sent him here in the hopes he would be devoured by whatever beasties had claimed the land as theirs. But as he breathed in a deep lungful of air, he found the breeze to be heavily scented with the odors of equine and a clean smell he believed to belong to a unicorn, as well as the strange feathery odor of pegasus. It seemed improbable that there would still be so much life in a place that was being savaged by any sort of disaster, and so he tentatively made his first steps into the wood, choosing now to move with a quiet grace that he had learned from his early life playing with young dragons on the isle his parents made their abode.
After walking through the wood for about a hundred yards, a bright bauble of light caught his gaze, the white marked bay carrying himself towards the glowing orb. When he arrived, his eyes were caused upward with mild amusement to find that the light hung from a tree alongside a cleared path, a trail of them leading off deeper into the forest and, he assumed, the eventual kingdom itself. The grey bark of the oak was weathered and ancient, he noticed, the bare branches covered in a thin veneer of frost the glistened in the pale glow emanating from the lamp, and while snow lay in drifts along the earth left exposed to the sky everywhere his eyes could land the path remained worn clean, either by magic or a constant traffic. He heard no one near by, but he could assume nothing from such simple observations, knowing that there were those so silent upon their hooves that they were more shadows than living beings, and the heavy smell of others upon the wind made it hard to pinpoint where more individuals aside from himself may be lingering in the darkened forest.
He drew then a conclusion that he would remain here, under this old tree, it's roots plunging deep into the soil, his eyes admiring the fine craftsmanship of nature and the bounty of Aarde's strength, streams of misty breath billowing from his nostrils upon every exhalation. The young stallion thanked the Gods for his thick coat, grown in over his months of wandering in search for his true purpose, if not simply a place where he might belong.
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