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10-02-2013, 07:21 AM
"Someone coming."
The silent message flowed from the mind of the dragon and settled within the thoughts of the equine as a vision of a small, ant-like dot rushing over the ground far beneath, a figure that followed the tracks the grullo left behind himself. It was lined with a trembling excitement, a vibrating desire to stop and find out who this lonely runner was; but Lace shook his head and just kept walking, not at all interested.
"Just a rover, this place is crawling with them. Let someone else take them home" he replied to the White that soared high above the canopy, invisible to the naked eye against the drifting clouds.
"It's catching up though..."
A frown deepened the lines around the gilded eyes as the gold-marked stallion stopped in his tracks and turned the head around, ears erect atop the dark poll as he tried to listen. The forest did a good job muffling and twisting all the sounds, but it seemed Fajira was right; someone was indeed gaining on him, the sound of hoof-beats on hollow root-coursed ground rapid and steadily growing stronger.
He sighed. It had been a bad idea to come to the Threshold. It held none of the peace and quiet Lace longed for, too well traversed by herds and new arrivals. Only today he had come across the prints of four unicorns, three equines and a total of five lost feathers of pegasi, likely from a few different individuals. And that was aside from the number of animal tracks, predatory and otherwise, that permeated the underbrush. Was this area a highway or what? If only the lost and wandering knew what kind of place they were coming to, they wouldn't be running so eagerly into war, pain and death.
With a stony expression on the masked face the seasoned stallion turned around and settled where he stood, prepared to wait and see if the approaching menace of a horse really was following him. If they were... Well, at the very least he could see what kind of character it was, and maybe send him back home - before it was too late.
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira
♦ Only tag in new threads, spars and if it's urgent
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