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06-11-2013, 02:22 PM
Feeling somewhat like a fish out of water, the liver chestnut steed trailed after Illynx. They had travelled north, chasing the changing weather as it shifted from autumn to winter, bringing cold weather to bite at his old wounds and threaten his footing in all this unfamiliar terrain.
And of course, upon reaching his potential new herdland, there was a herd meeting. Of course. It only served to greaten his gathering unease as he shadowed the gold-marked vixen, lingering close to her side as they moved amongst the gathering unicorns. Only unicorns. It sparked a suspicion, deep inside. Could this be?
Staying silent, Ruka listened as words passed back and forth between the others. He strived to go unnoticed, in case someone should recognize him for things he may have said or done in the past. If this was the group he thought it might be, he hadn't exactly been... polite to everyone before. Even if it had been a brief encounter.
Emerald eyes were watchful, following the sounds of each voice as it was raised, noting who was present and assessing them rapidly. He knew no names, and not a one sparked an immediate hum of recognition. He was a stranger, a mere possible inclusion to this specialist group, listening to things that were quite dire in meaning. The possibility of a war... it hadn't been all that long ago before that he'd nearly been a casualty of such of thing. And he didn't know where his fellow survivors were. But still he kept his silence. His experiences were his own, and he didn't know enough to weigh in on what was going on.
((Blah late post is late. Ruka is background person for now.))
And of course, upon reaching his potential new herdland, there was a herd meeting. Of course. It only served to greaten his gathering unease as he shadowed the gold-marked vixen, lingering close to her side as they moved amongst the gathering unicorns. Only unicorns. It sparked a suspicion, deep inside. Could this be?
Staying silent, Ruka listened as words passed back and forth between the others. He strived to go unnoticed, in case someone should recognize him for things he may have said or done in the past. If this was the group he thought it might be, he hadn't exactly been... polite to everyone before. Even if it had been a brief encounter.
Emerald eyes were watchful, following the sounds of each voice as it was raised, noting who was present and assessing them rapidly. He knew no names, and not a one sparked an immediate hum of recognition. He was a stranger, a mere possible inclusion to this specialist group, listening to things that were quite dire in meaning. The possibility of a war... it hadn't been all that long ago before that he'd nearly been a casualty of such of thing. And he didn't know where his fellow survivors were. But still he kept his silence. His experiences were his own, and he didn't know enough to weigh in on what was going on.
((Blah late post is late. Ruka is background person for now.))
