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11-10-2012, 03:17 PM
Trojan
A voice shot through the silence. A mare. One with a sharp horn. "Hello." His voice was slightly low and raspy. Light blue orbs searched the mare over. A contrast of dark colors, white, and red. She seemed like a warrior, like himself. How could he be sure? "And welcome to Helovia..." How did she know? Her didn't over think it. A nod was given to a bear cub, Eytan. Her red orbs looked him over, then she lifted her cranium.
"Might I assume that you would be searching for a place to call home?''. Yeah right. My home is everywhere and no where at the same time. "No, I am not searching for any home." He didn't add anything or not answer any part of her vain question. He enjoyed being a nomadic type. He also never settles down in one place, unless there is a purpose.
Black on white. A dash of blue. He was plain in a way. Although, he was plain he stood out. His black stood out against the white snow. His black hooves also stood out, but as of now were slightly sunken in the snow.
Her bear friend was a brown bear, but a cub. How old was he? Trojan was young, so his life was not nearly over. Would this mare offer him a purpose, or just look him over. His expression didn't change. Neither did his body.
OOC: Sorry for delay!
A voice shot through the silence. A mare. One with a sharp horn. "Hello." His voice was slightly low and raspy. Light blue orbs searched the mare over. A contrast of dark colors, white, and red. She seemed like a warrior, like himself. How could he be sure? "And welcome to Helovia..." How did she know? Her didn't over think it. A nod was given to a bear cub, Eytan. Her red orbs looked him over, then she lifted her cranium.
"Might I assume that you would be searching for a place to call home?''. Yeah right. My home is everywhere and no where at the same time. "No, I am not searching for any home." He didn't add anything or not answer any part of her vain question. He enjoyed being a nomadic type. He also never settles down in one place, unless there is a purpose.
Black on white. A dash of blue. He was plain in a way. Although, he was plain he stood out. His black stood out against the white snow. His black hooves also stood out, but as of now were slightly sunken in the snow.
Her bear friend was a brown bear, but a cub. How old was he? Trojan was young, so his life was not nearly over. Would this mare offer him a purpose, or just look him over. His expression didn't change. Neither did his body.
OOC: Sorry for delay!
