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10-09-2012, 08:08 AM
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L E A N D E R The skeletal expanse of the Threshold was paled with snow, but the evening's blanket began to darken the white place. The seasons had flown by, and Leander could all too well remember flying above this very forest when it was in the fiery colors of Orangemoon. It seemed that Frostfall had come quickly to give a proper backdrop to his troubled heart, leaving everything barren and cold. The land still held beauty, but it was fierce. It had come accurately in the midst of the battle with the Edge. Though his side of the attack had been victorious, there was often little pleasure to take in it. Not when he desperately wanted to love someone who had lost her home because of him. Lost in his own thoughts, the gold, winged stallion trudged on through the blackening wood. A voice of sorrow rang out in the night, not so different from the sadness he himself was fighting. The sound rang feminine, but so grieved it was almost hard to tell. Sooty ears stood tall on his crown above searching eyes. Feathered pillars continued to carry him through the bony trees at a walk. He wasn't sure who or what had made the call, and a part of him almost didn't want to know. But curiosity won him over, and finally white inked eyes caught the mare's form in the dying light. A ghastly mistress, with long and wild tresses. If not for the odd beauty she seemed to hold, he might have thought she were a wraith. "Hello, miss." Leander dipped his ivory maned head at the creature, without taking his gaze away from her. "Are you alright?" There was some confusion in his deep, concerned chords. Where had this mysterious dame come from? It seemed the Threshold ushered in more and more odd things every day.  |
