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11-09-2016, 04:05 AM
Somehow responsibility had fallen at his feet and now he was leading arrow-legs towards his home, wondering with each step what reaction this new stallion would receive and if his heated attitude might finally abate. Perhaps he might insult everyone on his first meeting and be banished, a fleeting experience, maybe Sacre might be banished with him for bringing him back. The Nurse was a believer in chances and so he gave the stranger a second one, his head cocking to one side as he walked, searching for the gaze of his fellow travelling companion. "What's your name?" he asked, having never managing to obtain it before, "I'm Sacre" the fox-boy offered. He was still unsure of what to expect from the stallion. Now and then on the journey, Sacre would cast his gaze around, looking for Tilney, still wondering if he was doing the right thing without having the Doctors advice.
The scenery passed by as he walked, it was much colder and the closer he got to the edge the more the snow on the ground increased. It was beautiful! Sacre adored the snow. Ríona laid on his back with a look of disgust cast towards the white stuff, her tails were flicking in annoyance and she dreamed of the warm sands of the Dragons Throat. Inari bounced in and out of drifts, his red fur had grown thick and he enjoyed winter's frozen embrace. The meadow melted into the beginnings of another woodland, scraps of a glass still lingered here and there, marking the border of the Edge. Sacre walked into the woodland, finding a thicket to stand in before raising his voice to the grey sky and calling with his warm cry for attention, after that he looked for his new companion. "Welcome to the Worlds Edge, home of the Moon Goddess" he nodded to the land surrounding them, enjoying the familiar scent of home, Sacre had quickly grown attached to his misty abode. Though, admiring aside and whilst he waited for someone to come by, there was something distinctly troubling about the maneless stallion and the fox-boy wasn't one to ignore his curious nature. "You seemed annoyed earlier" he paused, like a mouse tip-toeing around a cat, before continuing "did you come here for any particular reason?" he questioned lightly and inquisitively, wary of the guy's temper. there's something tragic about you something so magic about you |
@Bhūta sorry for the wait <3 I'll prod the WE chat for someone to come by who can accept :3
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
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