| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Roland’s mind was easily lost to the allure of the cavern, the tangled, twisting vines and pale, luminous petals, unfolding upon the ground and blossoming from the bark of trees. Lena danced boldly ahead of him, teasing the shadows and waltzing beneath the dusky lights, as lively as a bird as she flitted over the mossy rocks. Roland looked on, content to watch her sink into its ambiance, to bask beneath its vibrant aura and toy with the twilight. Through the haze of dysphoria, his own spirits lifted, bearing witness to the enthusiasm with which she launched herself into the unknown, piercing the shadows with her conviction. She fluttered beyond his reach, rapturous and euphoric, and his fond gaze followed after.
He had been unwilling at first to venture into the caves, to submerge himself in a labyrinth of carved walls and stale air, remain buried and count each pace, each breath, as days passing on the clock. There was no sunlight seeping through the cracks to tell him when to wake and when to sleep, but he had finally relaxed, tuned himself to its anthems, its hollow hymns, and swung into step with the rest of its refuge-seeking denizens. It was not so daunting when there were adventures to be had.
Inattentive to his companion’s wanderings, he turned his gaze from the meandering path and towards the ancient trees, stooped with age and heavy with the weight of their exotic fruits. With Lena’s encouragement in mind he nosed curiously at the starlit vines, sought enlightenment in the darkness and listened to the sounds of her laughter and the water’s exultant prose, drawn to her whims and fervor, spellbound and blissfully dismissive of his previous repentance and regret.
Bereft of his gaze she dipped into the shadows, vanishing altogether before bursting from its gloomy cover. Roland jumped at the sound of footfalls on the soft grass, turning to Lena as she dashed towards him, reaching out to brush her muzzle teasingly across his shoulder before she was out of reach once again, the lights playing across her hide. Despite the weight on his heart he grinned, following after the echoes of her laughter until she paused to address him. He neared, picked his way over moss and mire, slurred the pace of his trespasses until she paused to address him in a breathless voice.
He listened, aware of the implications in her voice; of the nightmares haunting their lands and leaving destruction in their dismal wake, drawing chariots of darkness behind them. She had been busy, it seemed, healing the plagued and venturing back into the chaos that reached beyond the hallowed walls of their sanctuary. In contrast, he had only meager tales to share, and no part of his cowardly retreat into safety was worthy of note. He had seen wraiths only once, a pair of blood lusting calamities, all tattered, rotting flesh and gaping wounds, an instinctual evil pumping through their poisonous blood. He had stood with Mauja and two others from the Basin, pinned under vacant stares and taunting words, and he had been lucky to escape.
“Very little in comparison to you, I’m afraid,” he answered, smiling unrepentantly. He mentioned nothing of his encounter with the wraiths, not having the heart to corrupt the purity of their sanctuary, or sour the conversation. “I followed the herd to the sanctuary, and have seen nothing but stone since.” Never before has he wanted for snow so badly, or to breathe the frozen air and feel blasting winds against his skin. He has been underground for too long, squinting through the dark and listening to the rasp of his own echoing breaths. “Do you miss it?” He asks, and turns to her with a wistful gaze. “Home?”
@[Lena] (Sorry for the wait! This post gave me all kinds of trouble :c )
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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