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10-12-2012, 12:10 AM
 The hard, frosty ground crackled beneath the enormous weight of the injured bull. The obsidian beast cantered across the snow blanketed plains of the Frostbreath Steppe, desperate to reach his herd. Though, he was still groggy from being knocked out, and so Lloyd stopped for a moment to catch his breath. His breath; like smoke rising from his nostrils in the cold air, it reminded him of the golden Dragon that had cause the terrible battle. They'd lost obviously. The prejudiced unicorns from Worlds Edge, thrown unceremoniously from their lands. So many of their comrades had fallen (himself included) and had been injured, all for nothing. Lloyd set briskly off again, breathing now even and back to normal. He was trying to hurry to see if Lucius was with the herd, he knew though that his brother was safe, or at the very least alive, as he noticed there was no sign of him, or the majority of the herd still on the battle field as he regained consciousness. The bull just managed to awake in time to see the bronze marked Ulrik gallop off, or he would not have known which direction to come in. After following the tracks in the snow he finally reached them, his herd. Or at least what remained. There they stood, bloodied and bruised yet still with their honor. When Lloyd's eyes fell upon his twin who stood at the back of the gathering, he was shocked. His mind took him back to the days of the War of Helovia all those years ago. Lucius looked exactly the same as he did then, his onyx coat littered with dirt and burns, with parts of his body at odd angles because the bones inside were broken. The bull sighed and went stand beside his brother. He wondered silently if he were to use his magic to transfer the brake from Lucius to himself, if his twin would realize. ”Talk.” |
