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He responded, calling this place Helovia. The lined threw the word around in is head, tasting the sound of the name as well as memorizing and associating it with the lands that surrounded him. His wings itched to be stretched out, hungry to explore this place, Helovia. He promised himself that he would get to it eventually, but for now, he would let the world to be discovered from the eye of the wingless, besides he had more important matters at hand. "Pleasure." He stated simply, joyous that this man had found him. His ears tipped forward with interest as the stallion explained more about his whereabouts. It appeared to Azoth that he wasn't the only one who stumbled upon this place, and it seemed that it was quite often that creatures were thrust into the 'threshold.' Could creatures leave from here too? Or was he forever stuck in this place of tall trees and thick canopies? The stallion's name, Ciceron, brought him back to Helovia, his thoughts turning fretful and nervous yet again. When was he going to chill out? This wasn't how he normally acted, Azoth was no fearful stallion, he was Azoth the firefight. Sighing, he relaxed, wings lightening against his sides. "The Hidden Falls hmm? What is it like?" He asked, very quickly growing tired from his flight and of asking questions. OCC: Damn he's gonna be a hard one to click with I live for the colors of the sunrise, the colors of your eyes |
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