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Paladin the Valiant Posts: 153

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 15 Years Buff: DANCE

Tamme

12-23-2013, 02:13 PM (This post was last modified: 12-23-2013, 02:14 PM by Paladin.)

PALADIN
The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head

The wall had certainly made his life much easier. Instead of spending days going from border to border, watching for interlopers and unwelcome guests, he only had to stand at the narrow entrance. The stallion could often be found near the gates, gazing out at the world beyond and sometimes even crossing over the threshold to the other side. He had started to turn gray in his age, perhaps prematurely for a unicorn, but his life had not been lived in luxury.

Paladin was a fighter and always would be. The abused and over used joints had gray hairs and arthritis, and his scars were easily visible over his slightly more fluffy black coat. His mane had once been very long, but ever since Gossamer's dragon had burned his neck, the hair had not grown, leaving him with a colt's brush along his crest. Though he was still very fit, the tight musculature of his youth was not quite present. For some, Paladin figured it would be difficult to see him disappear into age.

But his oldest friends, Silverline and Validino, were long gone, still stuck in the shade-filled realm of the Tides. Soleil was no where to be found, but perhaps that was not a bad thing. He assumed she would not recognize him so easily, and he did not exactly want to be seen by her - terrible as that sounded.

Still, the wise stallion had a long history and many years to share, perhaps to keep others from making the same mistakes. His attitude was prickly, moreso than he used to be. Once, Paladin was so charismatic that he attracted those to him like a magnet, calling massive herd meetings in the Tides. He had defended that beach for almost two years and had caused a revolution in Isilme, and he should be proud of that.

Now, all he could think about were his idiot children and his stupid son. Life was meant to go wrong, he thought.

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Nasreen Posts: 160

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Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1 hh :: 6 (Orangemoon)

Adoptable

12-26-2013, 05:05 AM

Oh dear. She had come to the gate again. Nasreen paused for a moment at the border of the Edge, looking out through the opening into the world beyond. Somewhere out there is Th’orqui, she reminded herself. She just needed to find someone who knew where it was. But for now, she would remain inside the safety of the glass embrace. Nasreen was not yet brave enough to venture forth from the Edge alone.

Besides, she hadn’t meant to come here. She had somehow lost track of Kahlua, and had gone off to find her. Nasreen had tried flying for a time, but the trees were so dense in this area that had Kahlua been below, she wouldn’t have seen her anyway. So, she’d landed in a clearing and had proceeded to get herself hopelessly lost in the woods before winding up at the very place where she’d entered the Edge just a few short weeks before. She really did need to work on finding her way around here.

Feeling rather weary after the morning’s adventures, Nasreen turned from the gate, about to loft herself into the air again, when she caught sight of someone a little ways down the wall. She froze, then slowly, curiously, and much like a sleepy turtle stretching its head from its shell, peered at the approaching stranger. Even from a distance, his obvious lack of wings assured her, and the girl relaxed. She wondered if he had come in through the opening, or if he was going out—or, if like her, he had just happened upon it. Either way, maybe he’d know the way to…well, she didn’t exactly know where in the Edge she wanted to go, but Nasreen was all too eager for an excuse to have a little company after her morning alone. Now that she called the Edge her temporary home, she felt more secure exploring it on her own, but Nasreen was unused to the silence that surrounded her in solitary travels, and she much preferred the companionship of others…intimidating as they may be.

As Nasreen approached the stranger, she noticed that his coat was littered with scars, some faint…and some fresh. He was well-built, perhaps older—to Nasreen, he had the look of a seasoned guard, but for now, he posed no threat to her. As long as she had her wings, she could easily fly off. Not that she intended to use them. “Good morning,” she called out as she approached. “Could I trouble you for a moment of your time, sir?”

Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!

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