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12-22-2015, 01:31 AM
Fight the darkness, It lives inside your heart, It's not your fault my dear son, It is simply your past. It hadn’t been long since Mesec was last in these woods but the changing seasons had altered them so that they were unrecognizable from that last time. Warm browns and yellows had taken place of the deep greens in the trees and in the underbrush - much of the foliage already having fallen to the earth which in turn allowed more light into this otherwise dark forest. Though it was soft under his hooves, it hardly muffled the sounds of his movements as each shift in weight produced a racket of crunching leaves. “And you wanted to be spy.” Lucius chuckled into Mesec’s mind, recalling the stories he had been told of Mesec’s stay in the Foothills when he was younger. There was nothing stealthy about his movements now, not that he needed much help being noticed. In the airy, Orangemoon forest with sun filtering down through the branches and leaves that remained he stood out - a splash of midnight sky in the warm backdrop. He ran little chance of sneaking up on anyone to gather intelligence on this patrol but he didn’t think it would have been likely either way. During his stay in the Throat, his patrols rarely even saw much company. He’d do what was asked and thoroughly investigate whatever land he had been assigned before leaving without anything to tell apart from the weather and what Lucius had managed to hunt while they were there. Today, in the early morning hours, his companion had already fed and more content to weave through the trees ahead of Mesec - pre-scouting the area and keeping his eyes out for any movement bigger than a hare. Lucius’s growth had slowed and surely he would soon be completely grown. Already it was a test of his agility to get his four-winged body through the dense forest, but he made it look effortless. They were steadily making their way northward - enjoying the peace of the forest, broken only by Mesec’s hoof-falls. Mesec
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table by Frostie
patrol buddies @Ilios and @Morrigan (as well as anyone else) are welcome! :D
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