Fight. || Insanity, Open

Fight. || Insanity, Open

Argetlam Posts: 51

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Stallion :: Equine :: 17.3 :: 7

Adoptable

02-10-2013, 12:18 PM

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He heard a scream.

He came running.

Breath came in short gasps, his eyes were wide with alarm; his heart pounded painfully in his broad chest, thumping against his ribs, desperate to escape, his nostrils flared and could scent the terror and confusion, a terrible stench. It was a stench of war and chaos; it was an odor that lingered in the nostrils for many hours, and sent the mind scrambling. Argetlam was scared, to say the least. Why was someone in the Foothills wailing? Were they being attacked? What was wrong?

It was a good day, outside, the sun high and the skies a brilliant sapphire, clouds horse-tails. Despite the beautiful morning, he could not shake the feeling something was horribly wrong, and it strengthened as he continued his gallop towards craggy gray mountains, slowing to a trot, ears flicking suspiciously.

He entered the shadows of the mountain, and felt immediate confusion. There was the scent of fear, yes, but also of outsider. But there was no scent of Foothills beyond the scent of home. Argetlam wanders, for a while, until his amber eyes settle on a dark hole in the hide of the gray mountains. A cave. Cautiously he approaches, mane swinging against his muscular gray neck, and he peeks warily around the corner, and then enters, seeing only a mare looking terribly confused. "Are you alright?" The mare is dark, a unicorn, striped with white lightning, eyes bright and horn deep and dark. It is hard to make her out amongst the dark of the shadowed cavern, but he comes in closer. "I am Argetlam. Can I help you?"