| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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04-10-2017, 12:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-10-2017, 01:06 PM by Roland.)
A dark and angry sky had dropped low over the mountain tops as evening progressed, breeding chaos in its midst. The clouds rolled and churned like the waves of a wind-tossed sea, electricity crackling through the air. Already a fierce wind had begun to stir, racing through the trees and over the rocky crags with a haunting whistle. It was dark and ominous, and the Phantom was not at all eager to be caught in the thick of a brewing storm. The comfort of his cave was not far away, promising relief from the biting wind and oncoming rains. He could hardly wait to duck into its shadows and weather the storm in peace and quiet.
The path towards the lake from the higher foothills was deemed even more treacherous in the dark, any lingering daylight having been swallowed by the swiftly gathering clouds. Roland’s gaze was fixed upon his feet, every step chosen with care, lest he stumble and fall. His heel caught a loose rock and he jolted forwards, heart seizing in his chest. It was at that same moment that a distant voice rang out across the hills, hardly distinguishable above the burgeoning roar of the tempest, almost lost to the current of wind that raked across the mountain sides. The first icy drops of rain hit Roland’s skin like shards of ice as he paused, hardly daring to breathe as he waited and listened. Nothing moved against the dark backdrop, the ridges were empty and abandoned, aside from himself. Then another shout echoed over the hill, and without further deliberation, Roland had turned himself in its direction and hurried up the slope.
As he drew nearer to the source, he began to deliberate, his pace faltering; to meet uncertainty- whatever it was that lingered, toiled on the other side of the hills- was to risk throwing himself into the jaws of a beast. Yet, there had been a note of desperation in the voice. He could not turn his back on a cry for help, even if it invited more danger. So his feet carried him onwards, upwards, towards the very edges of the Basin’s domain. The soil churned beneath his hooves as he quickened his pace, a flash of lightning illuminating the hillside. By the time he met the hill’s crest, Roland was short of breath. The land had begun to even out, sloping gradually upwards until it reached its apex, dropping off on the other side to a winding trail. A figure stood at its edge, dark silhouette carved against an angry sky. He recognized Toulouse at once, looking back down the trail, and without a moment’s hesitation the Phantom bounded across the uneven terrain towards him, his early trepidation forgotten at the sight of a familiar- though not well known- face.
“Toulouse!” He cried above the calamity of the storm. His gaze fell upon the Thief’s companions as he drew near enough to see them clearly, struggling up the steep incline. They looked as if they had been through hell, bruised and battered as they were. The scent of blood lingered on the wind, metallic and unsettling. Roland's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. The rattle of thunder over the mountains tracked a shiver along his spine, and he moved in closer with a growing sense of urgency.
“What happened?” He demanded, breathless still from his run up the slopes. Above them the storm worsened, wind hissing through the tall grasses and pulling at his short mane. The rain began to fall with purpose, running down the planes of his face, and the water droplets felt heavy against his skin. Questions and explanations could wait. They needed warmth, shelter, and someone to tend to their wounds. The answers would come later. “Never mind that,” the Phantom dismissed his earlier inquiry with a hurried shake of his head. He began to make his way down the slope towards the two winged strangers, drawing round their side as if to take up the rear of their party. "Home is not far," he assured them, watching as the stallion extended his wing, shielding his companion from the rain. The trio looked as if they would not last a moment longer at the mercy of the elements, and Roland would not chance one falling behind and becoming lost in the middle of a storm.
@Toulouse @Nora @Noah
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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