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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: 8 Buff: NOVICE |
| imi |
The familiar landscape came into view, the once charred land of the World's Edge now healed by the divine powers of the Earth and Moon. Finally, restored back to its rightful state and beauty, the way it was when he first journeyed here with d'Artagnan. This land would be even glorious by morning. It was to be remembered, also, that those same divine powers are what destroyed it in the first place, a memory to serve as a reminder in a way. The Sun was not to be trusted. However, this mare Faelene would not know the damage the land had suffered and Descaro wondered if she thought it beautiful. He shook his thick mane and continued into the healed forest. Enjoying the life under his cloven hooves instead of what was the dead ground.
He slowed his walk ever so slightly as a small clearing came into view but big enough to be comfortable. Entering it, Descaro came to a steady halt and sighed with content. The sky was still starry and the glorious moon looked down through the branches, creating patches of light here and there. The Warrior looked towards Faelene, "here we are. Welcome to the Worlds Edge" he gestured all around them, his eyes were kind.
[Faelene first, and then anyone]
those who live are those who fight
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| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 :: 9 Buff: NOVICE |
| Sica |
Traveling behind the stallion was a lot easier than the journey here. There was someone's steps for her silver ones to fall into, and someone who new these lands and perhaps the ways and tricks of it's inhabitants. She was not as anxious about meeting another in her new found company, but her ears pressed to her skull wondering what that meant. Certainly she did not trust him completely, but she couldn't deny there was some there. A warrior with honest words, taking her to a kingdom of unicorns was surely no trick. There had to be something to it. Much as she would like to have more information about World's Edge and what would be expected of her she had feeling the time would come soon enough. She had a feeling maybe their words were not safe until they reached this kingdom.
They traveled through the shadows, she took notice of the landmarks they came acrossed. She wasn't sure if she would feel safe leaving her "new home" and she would like to remember how to get there. The if right now was, would it be? Would the King deem her worthy? She was not sure, and tried not to think about it while her legs pulled her closer to the gates of the Edge. Dark eyes concentrated on the obsidian cords of his Descaro's tail, afraid to lose it despite being an inch from her gray muzzle.
Though she could not see them so greatly, but tall black things she was greeted by the tall, needled trees. She took in their size, stature, and their smell. Something about it reminded her of spring, and she let out a faint snort, her eyes looking to Descaro's. She asked no question, and continued, keeping watch for any other Edge members. There was no one. Stretching her nose heaven bound in the woodland clearing, she gazed now at the moon and stars and felt comfort. If only she wasn't wishing and praying to stay. "It's lovely," she replied, her head dipping downward to meet his gaze. Now they would wait.
Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
| Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER |
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 Ever drifting, seldom stopping, the Ice King drifted through his homeland. Ash still swirled beneath his hooves, clinging to his feathers, but it was masked by a thin layer of white mist. The water droplets attached themselves to his legs like prism pearls, but there was no sunlight to break through them. Instead, they shimmered with the soft silver light of the moon. Mauja stood out like a ghost in the darkness, a wraith moving with ease across the familiar terrain. Across his pupils lay a thin silver shadow, giving the impression of cataracts.
Guided by the moon he made his way across the cindery soil, drawn in by the scent of Descaro and a stranger - a mare. It'd be a most welcome addition, and if she was already here, it meant that Descaro had officially approved. While Mauja hadn't spoken much in private with the warrior, d'Artagnan seemed to trust him, and that was enough for Mauja. Day by day he found his own trust in the Moon Doctor growing, and he just hoped it wasn't misplaced.
He broke out of the cover of trees, a deep whicker of greeting rumbling in his chest. Descaro, outlined in silver, stood tall and proud as ever, dark bay draped across his Spanish features. The King gave his warrior a nod, and then swept his blue eyes onto the mare. Her height was pleasing to the eye, an average warmblood frame draped in deep black. Her mane and tail were, oddly enough, deep, rich red in color, grayed out slightly by the lack of sunlight. From her forehead sprouted a gnarled silvery-dark horn, shaped like the branch from a tree.
"Welcome," said the King, his deep voice warm. "To the Edge. I am Mauja, the resident King." And a small, wry and lopsided little smile curved across his maw, something youthful and mischievous glinting in his eyes.
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