It had become evidently clear to the blood-red brute that this was a new dawn for him, something that he did not anticipate nor was he sure, after much deliberation, what he was cut out to do. He had been attacked, ambushed, blinded and drawn into a completely unknown territory to be told that he was the one that they sought. Had he been so naive to accept them? Of course he did. He longed for what they had offered and he was now an Illusor of the Hidden Falls, part of the intelligence core of a very unfamiliar herd. Helovia was full of surprises and he was ready to be shown them.

Straying through the terraria he stood proud and handsome, letting the tips of his dark wing feathers brush against the dead leaves that clung to the cold trees. The wind rustled through those few leaves and was coarsing cold shivers through his body as he picked up his daggers slowly. He had no idea where he was or what he was doing, until he had heard the call of an impatient stag through the wind:

"Come, Hidden Falls, and make use of the treasures your sleuth Knox has gathered for you. With the intent to help this herd and through strength or wit against hisconfidantes, they could all be yours!"

Another proposition. He thought he was never going to avoid them. But Lotherarius was curious as ever, and let himself be dragged along to the direction of the voice. And before long there he was, the brute, in the short distance. The mahagony pegasus took one chance to halt and take in the appearance of a dirtied charcoal pelt with short tassles. He moved closer to the stranger that looked like a flash of smoke more than anything to peer at the pools of pure azure, a scar adorning the right eye and on his front pillars. He took his attention of this and gave one glance around his bodice, making sure he was not being followed as he heard the crack of leaves. He was skittish but too curious to leave this alone. And so he continued to move along, letting the figure get larger and larger until he was but two metres away from the creature who stood there, significantly larger than Lotherarius himself. He dipped his cranium in greeting, and spoke smoothly,
"I am an Illusor in your herd and I wish to find out about your treasures..." Lotherarius couldn't tell if this was the infamous Knox or not, letting the name savour inside his velveteens as he wondered if this was the creature who had ordered his blinding, but his azure gaze remained fixed on the brute, whilst his lobes did their own facade of paranoia.

" . "

Oh, there is a light

and it never goes out.

Lotherarius