HEROES MAY DIE

The skies were dark, pouring down tears of heaven as the Friesian made his way through the dense of the Threshold. Here, with the thick canopy splayed out above, the water could not quite touch him the same as anywhere else. Droplets would hit the leaves in hundreds, thousands, and some would be lucky enough to slip past the forest's defenses and trickle down to nourish the forest floor. It was the unfortunate part of Birdsong, or simply 'the wet season' as they had called it back in Vallhea, but without it there would be no new life brought within the land.

His hooves left depressions in the softening ground as he moved, each step making the softest of squelchs as he moved. At first, Destrier had left the World's Edge on a bright, sunny, warm day in hopes to return with a new member or two, but as he drew ever closer to the Threshold, the skies had opened up and let loose their reign. Heh heh...

It wasn't far into his trek when his ears caught the unmistakeable sound of another equine, and for a moment he paused, waiting for any other sort of call to ring out. But there was none, and so curiously, Destrier picked up into a lengthy trot, and pressed on further into the Threshold. It didn't take him long to find the one responsible, a black unicorn with white markings of a dun. An interesting appearance, especially with the red tips of his mane and tail. But just as he took a breath to bid greetings to the unicorn, the figure of another caught his eyes.

An earthly colored stallion, with mud melded into his sides, stood not far from them. At first glance, he might have thought him a normal equine like himself, but a close inspection proved him wrong. Upon the other's back was a shriveled, sad looking wing, broken and battered. It was hard to say whether or not the toffee colored Pegasus had been born with the useless appendage, or if something had happened, but then, it wasn't Destrier's place to judge or ask him.

"Welcome to Helovia," he spoke up at last, gingerly stepping forward and giving a friendly nod of his head towards the unicorn. He wasn't sure who the dark stallion was, but he hoped he wasn't angering him with his presence. He had already offered the unknown stallion a home, and already, the whole situation felt somewhat awkward. "And I, Destrier, Protector of the World's Edge. If it's a home you wish for, then I'm sure either land would be happy to have you." He paused, then, "And, let's not forget the Dragon's Throat."

ooc - Awkward post is awkward. XD

BUT LEGENDS ENDURE