Djinn
No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure.
If ever trouble began to brew, count on Djinn to be nearby to partake in the chaos. Drawn like a moth to flame he came loping through the tall grasses like a ghost from ages past, his spirits high and with anticipation dancing like a blue flame within the black depths of his eyes. He followed the sensation in his gut, the one that always drew him into the thick of things, heading straight for the location of two other unicorns and a strange, dark cloud that had no reasonable explanation for existing on a fine spring day like this.
Slowing down as he ambled in beside the unknown and unnamed stallions, a curious gaze wandered between the mortals and the cloud - eventually settling on the pale steed with red stains in the mane, since he seemed most knowledgeable of what was going to happen.
"What the hell is that thing?" he asked the only marginally shorter unicorn as he raised the thick neck to stare at the ominous cloud. "Never seen anything like it, and I've been about quite a bit." Yes, certainly. But Helovia was the only land aside from Isilme where magic permeated the air and walked the land so openly like this. In most places he and his family had been the strange ones, for hosting magical abilities within the soul, free to use them without risking destruction, damnation or madness.
It was all very peculiar, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
[OOC: Minor fear: To loose his magic. Major fear: To die without having accomplished anything, with no one to remember his name after he is gone.
Standing on the right side of Valentine with about two horses width in between, facing the boggart cloud]
Nor is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain.
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Fear Feast :: Boggart Boss [Companion Drop] :: d'Artagnan is the winner!
