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08-24-2012, 01:53 AM
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The red stallion was quick to backtrack and apologize for offending him, which caused the shorter white stallion to snort. Apologies instead of defending himself. How typical. More and more he found himself happening upon those who were quick to apologize for their own views rather than defend them. If this stallion were an example of the Edge then Ned definitely didn't want to claim a place among their ranks. The stallion continued to speak, saying that he didn't agree to the reason the Edge only welcomed Unicorns. "Then why live in the Edge?" It made little sense if any at all, but then his question was answered. Ned snorted again. "Ye be an outsider because ye make yerself one." he stated. "Ye roll over and accept som'n ye don' be agreein' with." He had at one point in his life, too. No more. Never again. The sound of his voice spoken in a very familiar drew the little stallion's gaze from Ricciardo. His expression softened slightly when he saw Paladin and, in a show of respect for his former king, Ned bowed to him. "Lord Paladin." The questions that followed were questions that Ned assumed would be asked. "Aye, I be comin' back from Isilme." He confirmed. "But the only things that be movin' around are the shadow monsters. The tides be littered with bodies. The water runs red with blood." The only sound of life that could be heard was the buzzing of flies around the bodies that rotted in the sun. Moments later a foal arrived, effectively silencing Ned's talk of death and blood. He studied the little colt, his head tilting. "Hello there, little'un." he said to the foal. "Where be yer mother?" He looked far too young to be traveling on his own. The feathers on his wings hadn't even grown in enough to permit him flight. NYCMarins.flickr.com
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