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01-03-2014, 02:57 PM
FAELON.
trust your heart, let fate decide
rambling fae rambling fae"to guide these lives" The deep forest was a captivating, a beautiful sight. One that would lure any wandering horse closer to the wooded area, surrounded by massive trees. The dark place greatly appealed to the ghostly unicorn stallion who silently floated within the trees. The deep forest was a place of serenity, a haven for an outcast like him. Angelic, yet so wicked at the same time, Faelon adored the evergreens blocking the sunlight, and casting an ethereal shadow over the place. His golden mane caressed his ivory face, soft and pale. A small smile adorned his gracious lips as he continued his morning stroll through the woods. Moss lined the floor, softening each of the stallion's footfalls as he breezed through. Seeking company, or at least a small conversation, the man humbly stayed quiet hearing the soft thud of another horse wandering in the early morning. An autumn colored fae was wandering on the same path as he, briskly moving through the dew floor. Finding himself to be in front of the lady, he quietly emerged from the trees to make himself seen. A kind grin played upon his lips as soft tones called out to the lady. "Good day, M'lady", properly introducing himself, he bowed his horned head in respect.
"I am Faelon", not being the most social, the ivory stallion found it hard to uphold conversations with others.
