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09-15-2013, 01:22 PM
It was suddenly that day had turned to night as blackness crept up and grasped the sky, painting it onyx for what seemed like an eternity. Arrane had been lost those days. Disoriented, he was going to seek help from a herd. Many months earlier, when there was sunlight, the stallion had tried to join the Foothills, though there was no one to greet him or take him in. Now, he was trying once more, sending a silent prayer that hopefully someone would find him.
It was only the glow of the moon that kept the young adventurer from stumbling upon hidden rocks on the pathway. There was an ethereal sense about the place, especially at night. Why had the gods cast them to the shadows. Or was there something major coming up? A new danger that will seek to destroy the lives of Helovia. Swallowing hard, the male continued his journey, blinking hard and looking around.
Even at night, the place was beautiful, somewhat like his old home, yet so different. Sparse trees littered the landscape, and the rolling hills encased him in the massive valley. Finally, new scents hit Arrane's nose, signaling the beginning of the border. Excitement tingled in his pelt, making the usually mellow lad feel giddy with energy. Would they accept him? He had a lot to offer from loyalty, to fighting techniques.
Swishing his tail and flicking his ears, the lad lifted up his head and let out a nicker to anyone that was nearby. Hopefully they heard his call.
It was only the glow of the moon that kept the young adventurer from stumbling upon hidden rocks on the pathway. There was an ethereal sense about the place, especially at night. Why had the gods cast them to the shadows. Or was there something major coming up? A new danger that will seek to destroy the lives of Helovia. Swallowing hard, the male continued his journey, blinking hard and looking around.
Even at night, the place was beautiful, somewhat like his old home, yet so different. Sparse trees littered the landscape, and the rolling hills encased him in the massive valley. Finally, new scents hit Arrane's nose, signaling the beginning of the border. Excitement tingled in his pelt, making the usually mellow lad feel giddy with energy. Would they accept him? He had a lot to offer from loyalty, to fighting techniques.
Swishing his tail and flicking his ears, the lad lifted up his head and let out a nicker to anyone that was nearby. Hopefully they heard his call.
