farenjer

This whole damn thing could not go on! His brethren were suffering not only from the darkness, but from the winter as well. His eyes earlier had anxiously rested on a little one who did not rest for she was shaking like a leaf. It quivered and tumbled his insides to know that, if it continued. The populations of the herds will fail to increase normally. Hunger and disease would break out. Death would soon follow... Farenjer hated the theory and thought, he wanted nothing more to help his friends and other herd landers. He wanted to find information, get some thoughts out of the minds of others around him. But unless he knew any of the other unicorns around him, he would have to introduce and go through to ask. He wanted to see a friendly face again. Oh where was Arah?!

The tall and thick figure of the stag stood stiffly in his chamber. This small cave he had called home some time ago was much too icy and faraway for any heat. But it was good shelter from icy air... if you leaned against the stone walls. His eyes that were already withdrawn, opened. Dim lit orbs wavered around for anything, before he flicked his tail and cautiously walked over to the entrance. His position halted, head stiff, eyes tired and open minded, ears flicking around for the sounds, hot breath coming from his nostrils. His posture was stopped when he pressed on out of the entrance and into the open and dark valley. Cautious to trip over rocks. It then had reminded him of many times at the shining lake that he seen others with bleeding wounds on them from falling or not being too cautious of their surroundings. A brief sigh escaped his lips at the thoughts. Just another thing this was doing to them all.

His well presence loomed over to the base of light that filled The Basin with a shadowy glimmer. Looking at the reflecting water, he licked the tips of his bottom lip. Feeling dry, his thirst would be fulfilled. Lowering thick neck, locks loosely hanging down, blades rising up with movement. He began decreasing his thirst by slowly drinking the water. A sign of judgment darted through his mind as his eyes increasingly looked down. Restoring his thirst, he rose up slightly continuing to stare. The blurry waves of mixed color scheme began to turn into a flat and mirror like reflection. He stared at it for a while. A ugly face staring back, eyes like dry ice, dark locks falling on his face, he was utterly confessed of it. He took a hoof and scattered droplets to splash it in waves of colours again. Just an ugly shadow in the darkness of this demonic world...