The new day is upon us [Darwin,open]

[OPEN] The new day is upon us [Darwin,open]

Locket Posts: 74

Up For Adoption atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: 7 HP: 60.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Teppei :: Giant Panda :: Stormcall Adoptable

05-07-2013, 02:57 PM

Locket stood next to one of the rare trees that inhabited the Foothills, resting one back hoof whilst accented lids fell over vibrant green eyes and quietly he listened to the singing birds. Scattered across the floor were the many colours of Orangemoon, leaves mingling with the lush grasses and all in all it was a beautiful scene. The vagabond rather liked mornings, if one got up early enough, there were many things to see amongst the peaceful dewy eyed sunlight. However, his moment of peace was cut short as an intruder's scent entered through alabaster nostrils and he laid his ears back in annoyance at someone daring to step foot in his beloved Foothills without first asking for permission. Quick as his lithe body would carry him, Locket set off on sooty legs with curly mane playing in the wind, tail held high like a proud banner with his gaze set in determination.

After a good half an hour, the warrior traced the scent of the stranger all the way to the heart of the Foothills, where the waterfall raged into a shallow pool. It was noisy and he decided to approach her from down wind. She was an interesting shade of blue, a unicorn like himself, with hair like silk that fell in cascades along her neck. A pretty thing yes, but Locket couldn't allow himself to appreciate the view and become complacent. This was his home and this belle was trespassing on it. He came closer, noting the droplets of water that formed around her maw, indicated she had stopped for something to drink. Bringing his speedy pace to a halt a few paces away from her side, Locket snorts through his nose as a way to announce his presence, ears flickering in obvious confusion as to why she was present.

"State your purpose, stranger, and it better be a good one. It is rude to cross another's border without first asking permission." His strange accented voice was level and low, he meant what he said and he stood like an immovable boulder. This was as far as she got without a valid reason for her presence. Rarely had he seen strangers cross the border, but he knew to be ready for when they did.

And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

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