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| Artemis The Foothills were vulnerable. Artemis knew this; they all did. The 'Grey', as it was, was no longer, and their family was in a delicate place. Yet Artemis knew they would be okay. She knew they would not falter. Apollo was strong, as were his brothers and sisters. It was strange. Artemis had never seen herself as a herd sort of unicorn before, yet now she felt at one with the small group. They really were her family now. It was a strange feeling. She had never had a real 'family' before. But now, it was important that she return to this place; the Threshold. The dense forest loomed before her, thick and dark with vines and foliage. It was far from welcoming, and the thick clouds had masked any moon light that might provide some relief from the constant gloom. Sucking in a sharp breath, she arched her proud neck and pressed onward into the forest. By now, she new this place fairly well, yet in this perpetual darkness even her memory could not falter and, like anyone else who wandered the forest alone, her eyes played tricks upon her. The flash of eyes peering at her, the shifting of unnaturally thick shadows and a distant thudding sound all put the mare on edge. She stopped, glancing over her shoulder. The thudding seemed to be getting louder and it took her a far long second to realize it was to the tune of a trot beat. Whinnying, she followed the sound until she came across the sight of a dark pelted equine. Miss, please. You are not alone!" She shouted after the stranger, ping up a swift trot to follow the sounds of the equine, who's form was lost easily in the darkness. She hoped the mare had heard her, but she was uncertain. Artemis's voice never was overly loud, even when she tried 'shouting'. From such a large beast, such a meek voice was peculiar indeed. |
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