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The young colt stepped out majestically, picking his way through the foliage with some precision. The light has pretty much faded into the dark abyss as the heavens were trickled with faint stars. Like a ghost, he glowed, his pupiless silvered pools reflecting out the little light that was left. Mesec glanced around, uncertain of this place and almost afraid. But the vibes were good, and the connection with his strength pulsed around his frame. For such a young creature, the Moon boy was quickly establishing his own character, perhaps not for the greater good. With a slight toss of his neck, he let his ever-growing horn be merged into the terra firma as he placed his crown down to scratch his dark left pillar.
Everything was still forming, his wings, his horn, his body, his sight, his mind. Nothing was yet ready for judgement and this was something that had not quite been taken in by the young naive mind. Mesec was still just a colt, a baby, with no direction and no discipline. It had been a while since the invasion, and all he could remember was panic and confusion. Hiding in the shadows, only to find himself in another place. He completely lost all sense of familiarity that he had gained from his short experience with his "family", and ended up wandering the outskirts of Helovia. And yet here he was now, back in his supposed homeland.
He took a glance up to the skies, praying for some guidance from his mother. The memories of his magnificent goddess still played on his mind, clear and crisp like the moment they had been made. With some dejection at the thought of never seeing her again, never rekindling their mother-son bond, he pawed at the ground with his small daggers and snorted.
Soon he found himself in the proximity of other creatures, there were several. He could quite make out how many, but the stench of the scents made his velveteens wrinkle with confusion. The scent was familiar, but he could not quite make it out. Was it...? No it can't be. He defied the thoughts that it was the creatures that his mother had abandoned him with, but curiousity got the better of him. With a small flurry of energy he bounded into the vicinity of the creatures. The cool air was no match for him, it was almost welcomed. Then it all came flooding back. The thoughts of weather put aside, his focus was on the burnt sienna frame of a brute, a glass shard horned beast. Then a pale, frosted flesh fae. Nestled in the brute's chest lay a filly, charcoal in nature but tinted with frost, only slightly younger than himself. It was d'Artagnan, his "father", and the fae that had accepted him as a son.
With another snort of surprise, he jumped back and stared wide-pooled at the trio,
"What...?" Confused and just as naive, Mesec knew nothing of the situation and how to handle it. Fixed to the ground, he continued to stare, no movement. His creepy pools were almost gateways into his soul, displaying all the emotions that he felt in the way they were able to. There weren't many other than confusion.
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