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05-30-2013, 04:19 PM
Through the shadows of the forest he crept, almost pretending to be the spy that he was not. Once, back when he had first stumbled upon these very forests and Phaedra had taken him in, he had been a spy, serving the Grey from the shadows... Now, however, Apollo found his current occupation much more satisfactory. As the Earth Medic of the Foothills, his job was to help those that couldn't help themselves. What could be more fulfilling then that? Through the trees he wandered, head held high and soulful, honey-brown eyes lingering upon the colorful beauty of the changing leaves. It wasn't lost to the medic, oh no. Far from it, in fact. The trees, as the cool breeze danced through their branches, whispered words of adoration back towards the stallion. While he couldn't understand the trees as if they spoke words, he still understood their message. Nature, Apollo had realized months ago, was a beautiful thing and needed to be respected at all times. Here, in the Threshold, surrounded by the treeds that was so much like the Deep Forest, the black and white overo couldn't help but feel at home. The trees overhead were beautiful to be hold, and the slight breeze felt refreshing upon his ebony hide. Dipping his head as he passed beneath a low-setting tree, Apollo took care not to rip any of the leaves or twigs from their home with his horn. The crystalline crown glistened as it cuaght a spare ray of sunlight, sending a cascading rainbow upon the earth's floor. In the next moment, however, it was gone. Dark hooves continued to carry the stallion forward, his steps high and light. The lingering melancholy that would follow Apollo around had vanished, as he no longer felt pained by his feelings towards a certain ranked member of the Grey... No, the unicorn had moved on. Tail flicking left and right, ever mindful of his steps, Apollo drew to a stop as a new form of whispering danced upon the breeze. This wasn't from the trees, however, and the medic's ears snapped forward at the sound of voices lingering up ahead. Who could it be? Perhaps a weary traveller, searching for a home in Helovia? The thought made him smile. Maybe he could be of assistance today, after all. With one leg starting his journey, Apollo moved through the trees once more, keen ears listening for the sounds of whoever else occupied the trees. Honey-brown eyes then spotted them, two creatures mingling in the trees. He examined the first, a large draft much taller than he himself, but there was something about him that drew Apollo in. This paint, a champagne and white, held and impressive set of antlers upon his brow. Muscles seemed to coil and bunch beneath the male's frame, but it wasn't this sense of raw power that drew Apollo in. No, no... It was the soft, almost caring look in his crisp, bright blue eyes that caused the Earth Medic to venture forward. Maybe this horned stallion could join the ranks of the Grey? While a life of an executioner might not suit him, Apollo would be glad to have another gentle soul to speak to. Nostrils flared in an attempt to place the allegiance of this painted stallion, but nothing familiar came to him. He did not smell of the damp but beautiful recesses of the Edge, nor the fiery winds that came from the Throat... And he was certainly not reeking of the frozen scent of the Basin, neither. It was then, after deeming this sturdy stallion into being a newcomer to Helovia, did Apollo turn his attentions to the female, and just in time to catch her words. Immediately Apollo's ears flattened against his skull, teeth gritting as he listened to her speak. An Assassin, then? Interesting... The monochromatic stallion made a mental note to inform Ktulu or Ophelia of the Assassin's attempts to strengthen their members. Deciding that he had enough of watching, Apollo's eyes danced in warm merriment as he stepped forward through the brush. He eyed Accalia with caution, but not because he feared her. No, Apollo felt no fear at the mare; he did not fear those who so boldy announced their secret society, and in the end, threaten the safety of their family. A true family member would never do that. Perhaps that was why the Assassin's were doomed to fail. "Greetings, sir, ma'am," the Earth Medic called pleasantly, hoping to catch their attention, "Welcome to Helovia, stranger." His kind eyes rested only on the muscled stallion, and with a kind tip of his head, he continued. "My name is Apollo, Earth Medic of the Foothills." Here, he glanced to the mare, hoping she would understand. They had already imprisoned two Assassin members before; hopefully Accalia would take the hint and watch her tongue. Honeyed eyes turned back to the draft mix then, smiling. "If you're truly looking for a home, allow me to offer you my home, the Foothills. There is plenty to eat and drink; grass grows in abundance throughout the year, and if you don't mind me saying, the beauty of nature thrives there. Or, if you would like, I would be more than happy to point you in the direction of another herdland." |
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