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01-08-2014, 11:53 PM
 His sides were lathered with sweat by the time they finally made it out of the Foothills and down the hole in the ground. Every step of the way Alleo made sure that Rasta was with him, terrified that he would lose her in their headlong run from something he couldn't see, smell, or touch. Naturally he couldn't ask Rasta what was going on, otherwise he would have and gotten some answers earlier. Now they were in the dark, underground, blindly following voices that were both familiar and unfamiliar. "Hello!" He called out, ears strained forward as he listened to his dying echo and waited for an answer. "This way." He murmured to the pale mare that he had promised to protect and he led her through caverns, down pathways, around rocks sticking up from the ground until they finally stumbled upon the gathering of winged horses. Alleo's sides heaved, still, from the exertion and he looked around the room, from face to face, to the wall, then to the water. The stallion glanced back at the mare and nudged his head toward the water because she had to be at least as thirsty as he was. His tail flicked and he watched her for a moment before looking to the other stallions and mare. "What's happening?" ooc:// abba had to go to sleep and gave me permission to post that rasta was with alleo since they're currently plotted to be inseparable "." |
