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Individually, we are one drop Together, we are the ocean. - Ryunosuke Satoro Paladin had not visited the Threshold in many seasons, but he remembered the way. He moved south from the Foothills to the tall trees that marked the beginning of a story for so many, himself included. When he moved through the Threshold for the first time, he had been severely injured, torn apart by wicked shades, frantic for his family. Now, for the first time in a long time, he was content. The stallion wanted for nothing and yearned for nothing. He wanted to do right by the herd he had chosen and hoped that those he pulled into their midst would feel the same calm he felt right now. Grey clouds moved over the sun as he drifted between the emerald boughs, and soft rain began to fall. A birdsong shower was a promising sign. Water drops like gentle touches turned his black hide even darker, and the pink skin beneath his white markings was turning visible. Every now and then a wet crystal would get stuck along the ridge of a harsh scar, travelling down the hairless skin until it melted into his body. Hooves of a warrior, sure and steady, carried him easily through the fast forming mud, crimson orbs alert for any glimmer of life. His gait was proud and strong, confident without arrogance, and his white tail swung comfortable at his fetlocks. Sunshine soon replaced the shower, and Paladin listened to the singing of birds once more. Up ahead, movement caught his bloody gaze, and he let out a friendly call through powerful lungs. The black dun trotted closer, seeing a half-muddy equine begin to shake. He stayed back so that none of the loose pieces would hit him (not that he was vain about his appearance). Upon closer inspection, the young stallion in front of him was a pegasus, but his feathered appendages were stunted and crippled. His own daughter was born with crooked legs, and she had been healed. Perhaps this stallion would be fortunate enough to met the gods and be healed. Paladin moved closer, a kind smile on his rather harsh and scarred face. He nodded deeply and paused. "Greetings, traveler," he said in his smooth, deep voice. "I am Paladin the Valiant, from the Foothills. Are you in need of a home?" he asked curiously, wondering if the stallion was in need of a place to call his own.  |
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Crutch [Destrier; Open] - by Safenger - 01-14-2013, 09:30 PM
RE: Crutch [Destrier; Open] - by Paladin - 01-18-2013, 08:58 PM
RE: Crutch [Destrier; Open] - by Destrier - 01-19-2013, 12:10 AM
RE: Crutch [Destrier; Open] - by Safenger - 01-21-2013, 02:05 AM
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