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02-22-2013, 08:42 AM
The warmblood mare walked around in the Deep Forest as elegant brown eyes scan the forest with wonder. What is this place? The thought kept popping up in her mind. The air was drenched with the scent of blood, and it made chills surge up Farynn’s spine. She knew that getting slightly afraid over something so little was silly, but she could simply not help it. She was not really the violent type, and did not like to see something hurt. For all she knew, the blood could be from another horse. It could be from one of her friends. She tried to think that.
Her heart was a little faster than usual probably because her thoughts were overwhelming her. The sun beat down on the blood bay tobiano pelt of Farynn. Her russet eyes continued to observe the land. Her nostrils were still flared to catch the scents that lingered around. A new scent came and pricked at her nose. It was a unicorn. Maybe she could try to befriend him? It was worth a try, and if he tried to hurt her, she did have wings. Stretching her soft white wings to full length, she then cantered off to go find the stallion.
Slowing her speed down to a brisk walk, a silhouette of a large unicorn came into her sight. Tucking her wings back to her sides, she walked over to him. He was touching the surface of a strange pool of water. Stones tinged with the color of blood laid at the bottom. So that’s what the scent of blood was. Relief seemed to fill her body now. Turning her head over to the steed, she opened her maw, “Hello there, I am Farynn. Who are you?” A gentle smile emerged on her face as she stared at the stallion, beginning to take notes on him. He was black and white, and looked like a Gypsy Vanner. His mane and tail were very similar hers, black lined with sliver highlights. His eyes were dark blue. Now, breathing in to take note of the scent of the stallion. She could tell that he was new to Helovia, just like she was. But, she could also tell that he was a part of the Aurora Basin. She remembered what Corsair had told her about them. But maybe he was not like the others. Maybe he was kind.
Her heart was a little faster than usual probably because her thoughts were overwhelming her. The sun beat down on the blood bay tobiano pelt of Farynn. Her russet eyes continued to observe the land. Her nostrils were still flared to catch the scents that lingered around. A new scent came and pricked at her nose. It was a unicorn. Maybe she could try to befriend him? It was worth a try, and if he tried to hurt her, she did have wings. Stretching her soft white wings to full length, she then cantered off to go find the stallion.
Slowing her speed down to a brisk walk, a silhouette of a large unicorn came into her sight. Tucking her wings back to her sides, she walked over to him. He was touching the surface of a strange pool of water. Stones tinged with the color of blood laid at the bottom. So that’s what the scent of blood was. Relief seemed to fill her body now. Turning her head over to the steed, she opened her maw, “Hello there, I am Farynn. Who are you?” A gentle smile emerged on her face as she stared at the stallion, beginning to take notes on him. He was black and white, and looked like a Gypsy Vanner. His mane and tail were very similar hers, black lined with sliver highlights. His eyes were dark blue. Now, breathing in to take note of the scent of the stallion. She could tell that he was new to Helovia, just like she was. But, she could also tell that he was a part of the Aurora Basin. She remembered what Corsair had told her about them. But maybe he was not like the others. Maybe he was kind.
