everything i can't remember, as fucked up as it all may seem.

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Relaxing behind a tree was a bulky colt. Head held properly upright as he watched out towards the meadow not far from his position. Green eyes glistening as a mare moved gently, peacefully, unmoved by a watching soul. Her posture was small, body cute and rounded, while her head was slightly larger. She looked like a ball of fun and he was prepared to find out just who she was. A welcoming mare with short legs. Of course he was taller but that is only expected from his blood lines. Big boy with wavy hair and feathering, across his hide a wonderful silver buckskin tovero. Like islands of white on a sandy brown and black beach.

Abel's gaze shifted to watch as her head came up, only to lower once again for more food. Though the air shifted as soon as a white figure in the distance made her way towards the short bay. A pinked muzzle twitch in annoyance. The antler horned unicorn had just ruined a peaceful scene. If someone was to arrive upon him in such a state he would be highly rude and take to ignoring them, hoping for his peace to return, but this is only him. All are different, no two are exactly alike. Perhaps similar but we always have differences.

'Excuse me.' she called, 'Please forgive my rudeness.' 'My name is Arah, Phantom of Aurora Basin, are you lost or in need of help?' he began to move forth from the shelter of the trees. Making his way towards the group with a very slow leisurely walk. Insisting upon taking his sweet little time. Wind rustling through tendrils of his lengthy thick hair. Tickling the underneath of his belly, the sensitive areas of course, and somehow finding their way into his eyes. A painful feeling but nothing that couldn't be ignored. He stopped a short distance from them. Very formal and held properly in position, eyes staring deep to them, with ears perked forwards in attention. "Evening ladies, may I be of any assistance?" of course he was younger but respect was a majority in life, you get what you give, most of the time "I am Abel, son of Torasin, the Edge's Moon Doctor." smile pressed upon his lips.

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Despite the white mares face that remained passive, her agitated tail swishing and rude tones bore into his mind. Sending remnants of memories throughout his head. Each and every story his mother had told him of the ugly unicorns, the disgusting pegasus, how his own mother was racist beyond belief. Abel knew the signs, knew of the growing tension between Arah's tongue and hurtful tones. He met her gaze with his own, despite the calm and happiness he approached with, his insides began to swell. A heat that could not be disguised, green eyes narrowed and his breaths were deep. A shallow voice within his head screamed 'Kill.' but he vowed to make his father proud. Hoped to not become just as his mother was. Though the smaller mare began to introduce herself and his deep stare shifted to a wonderful pleasant look as those emerald eyes hovered to the short gal. Abel's head lowered to meet her gaze at a very respective and less threatening level. "Anti?" his smile widens and a lower chuckle escaped his maw, "I would never dream of shortening such a beautiful name, Antiquity it is." his expression was loyal and kind. A vow to protect this mare he knew nothing of but her wonderful attitude. Antiquity had not proven to get nothing less than respect and protection.

Arah's voice began to pierce the air again and despite the fire swelling within his lungs, his face remained low and very welcoming. He would not stoop to her level, even with the smirk that settled upon her disgusting racist face. "Arah is quite correct," he explained shortly after the white bitch had finished "it is only unicorns there and for quite a childish reasoning." Abel's tones become hollow and annoyed. "You see, in her eyes, I am nothing but a low life equine that does not bore the special bone placed upon your head. To her I am a nobody and deserve to rot away but there is nothing different about us. We all bear the same blood and relatives. We've all just adapted in different ways, been gifted by the gods, or favored by the realms." he smiles "If you wish to live somewhere without being judged by race, or discriminated upon... or even somewhere you can call a real family I can offer myself as your guide to visiting the Worlds Edge, Windtossed Foothills, and even the Dragons Throat." neck still lowered and face level with Anitquity's. A smile that never faded away, a warm welcoming heart that did not dance away in defeat.

"We all belong somewhere my dear but I fear the Basin is not quite right for you m'lady. You're far to pleasant to live among a family of prejudice." and he waits, with hope and kindness. Antiquity's decision was hers and he would not force anything upon her, nor would he judge her for her choice.

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As Abel finished raving the white one refused to say a word. No explanation for herself, nothing to jump down his throat claiming she was not racist. He figured he had nailed it right on the spot. Knowing clearly that she may just be proud of who she was and how she treated others, it surely is nothing to be proud of in any way though. Antiquity's ears had flopped backwards, a position not threatening but she was obviously feeling pushed or awkward in such a situation. She was not the only one, Abel knew not why he stopped instead of turning around and high tailing it out of there. After all, as an outcast it was not his duty to recruit members for herds. Deep down he just felt Antiquity deserved to see what the world was like before she was dragged down into racism like the rest.

Throughout Antiquity's speech Abel kept his head low, level with the short mares face, to keep himself at a respectful and less threatening level (hoping to make her feel comfortable with the situation she was placed in). When she finished, green eyes lit up with a bright and hopeful glare, as they began to settle upon Arah's face he smiled. Not a daring or sly smile but just a smile. Nothing to intimidate her or anger her, he was just pleasant today. "Your choice is warming, Antiquity, I shall bring you to each herdland for a visit." face coming back towards the cute pony.

It was then that his fire sparked again, Arah's voice split the air. A confused tone that parted her lips with each word spraying into his ears. Inside he laughed, outside he remained quiet. White face turning to meet his, "No need to explain m'lady, we've got the picture." calm, smooth tones leaked with a hint of fire and spite. Still she continued on. Green eyes became rather glazed with heat, his nostrils flaring a tiny bit, "And because of their mistake and your misfortune, you judge all equines as the same. I am sorry but we are not all the same. I guess I could judge you for your ancestors mistake upon attacking my mother?" he spat. Temper boiling, losing his calm facade, brows merged and teeth grit together. Muscles tensed as he began to listen to her continue. Turning his face from her, he did the best he could to return to his calm and relaxed state. Emerald eyes glancing to the trees behind Antiquity. Watching as the wind ran through the drying leaves. Drowning out the sound of Arah's voice. "Apologies are not needed, you've said what you meant. Goodbye Arah." his face still directly placed upon the trees.

Abel aimed to place his muzzle against Antiquity's neck, urging her slightly to follow him in case she chose to ignore the others rant and daydream. "I'm sorry to have you witness this." his tones becoming soft and saddened "Though I am glad you have seen some of the racism before you have been sucked into it yourself." White and brown legs began to move North. "We will start our long journey by visiting the Foothills first. Here is a family known as the Grey," he began, remembering listening to others talk as he wandered aimlessly throughout Helovia "all species are welcome here and it is a rather wonderful place. I am sure you will enjoy your visit." He smiles. Taking a breath and continuing on, hoping she does not mind his rambling "I will then take you to the Edge, a family in particular known as the Qian, led by Mirage the Dragonheart. A wonderful mare indeed. I must warn you though, the mist there can be quite beautiful but dangerous, remember to watch your footing. And next the Dragons Throat, lead by Kri. They are not in the least bit racist but this is mainly a family of pegasus, do not expect extreme pampering unless you bear wings." a fair warning. Nothing that sent a negative impulse towards the Throat but he has heard stories. "And of course I can accompany you in finding someone from the Basin, if you would like, to visit there also. And in the end if you see that none of the herds please you, you may live your life as an outcast and roam Helovia, as I do." a sweet smile placed upon his lips as he plucks his way through the trees. A long journey ahead of them but he is fully up to taking her wherever she may wish.