I've become much too good at being invincible, I'm an expert at play it safe, and keep it cool
But I swear this isn't who I'm meant to be, I refuse to let my life roll all over me...


The Golden eyed stallion had been on the move for far to long now, not once had he managed to settle down, each place he'd fled from to find new places, each one caused by war. He was tired of this, it was all getting old; much like himself. He was ready to maybe settle down, start something of his own, instead of being the one running around after all else. That had to stop, especially now he was injured for life, a permanent limp would shadow him until he took his last breaths. His darker muzzle was graying out slightly from his age, though you couldn't really tell as for it's mainly under his chin where the few grey hairs have started to grow, Apart from that one small thing, Apodis looks young and athletic from afar.

With a sigh and a struggle in step, the Stag made his way forwards, hoping that this place he could sense emerging upon the horizon, would offer him a place of sanctuary. Limping upon his front left leg as he went, barely placing the whole hoof upon the ground, for it caused him too much pain to bare. The buckskin Stallion had acquired this lifelong injury from a fight, One which he'd gotten into without even wanting such a thing, but if attacked, would you just lie down and die? Let them kill you? no. Apodis wasn't like that, he may hate the thought of fighting, all because his Father had pushed him so far. But he wasn't just going to let someone walk all over him, if a fight was at hand, then he sure as hell was going to put up a fight and make whom ever decided to attack him, life's hard.

Apodis moved at a slow pace, not once the happy go lucky guy he was, his mind clouded over as he went, orbs trained to the ground, having to watch every little step he made now, the forest the worse place to have stumbled into, roots stuck out ready for the blind or clumsy, or just injured much like himself, to trip. His brain immediately went to the thought of Rasta and how she had been blind, Though she seemed to move with ease. Rasta he though with a deep intake of breath, how much he dearly missed that pale mare. He'd left her back when the war had just become to much for him, taking almost all his strength to do so, but he'd done it and now he pined for her company, to see the mare that never seemed depressed with her blindness, or even struggle like she had no sight.

Golden eyes flicked up as he felt the presence of others, orbs flickered over a rather large winged mare, one whom he could tell was heavily pregnant and soon to foal, the other was another mare, pale and small, much like a paler coloring of his own body. "Rasta.." his lips formed the words as his mind flicked back to her, his voice almost inaudible. It couldn't be could it? Was his head playing tricks on him again, Or was he really seeing this Mare in front of him. No, it couldn't possibly be her... Could it?

He pressed on heading down a slope in the lands, down towards the pair, Try his best not to limp too much, but that was pretty hard when the pain was just excruciating. The winged white mare spoke to this other, ears flickered in their direction, picking up easily upon the voice. If it really was Rasta, she would not have seen her... No wait, didn't she have that dreaded bird? Where was it? he slammed on the brakes, sliding down the slope, kicking up a dust cloud as he slid down on his haunches, stopping a good distance from them, but not in a place he was hidden, he was open to an attack if they so choose to do so. He looked around searching for this bird, knowing it would be waiting someplace to jump out and attack him. But it was no where to be found, thus adding more onto the side of this not being Rasta after all, just someone who happened to look so much like her.

Walking forward he stopped a little closer to the two this time, pulling himself up and making his shape seem bigger, even puffing his chest out a little. "Hello there ladies" he chirped cheerily and with a cocky grin plastered across his face.
"Talk talk talk."

I've become much too good at being invincible, I'm an expert at play it safe, and keep it cool
But I swear this isn't who I'm meant to be, I refuse to let my life roll all over me...

Golden ords gazed over the white winged mare standing a front the other Mare, who's colour was not quite white, but also not beige, it layed somewhere between the two, Much like his dear, close friend Rasta had been. His heart and soul had never stopped knowing apart of her. Everywhere he went, the memories followed shortly behind. Each time a equine looked simular to her, a part of him broke inside, To remember how he'd just left her at the time she needed him the most, pained him incredibly. He had supposed to have been her bodygaurd, even going as far as to pledging himself to her alligences. He missed her pale face, her clouded over eye's, her spirit to just go on, to fight for everything. Perhaps she was the one looking out for him and not the latter. If only he could find someone here with that same fighting spirit; though it wouldn't be the same, he just needed to be with someone like that, To lift his dampened spirits. Life had taken its toll on the golden buckskin, his happy go lucky attitude wasn't there anymore, even though he appeared to be fine on the outside, everything on the inside was a mess.

He kept a little to himself, not even sure why he'd bothered to be honest. It wasn't like they both welcomed him with open arms, in fact he felt a little push to the side lines. Dropping his once prud stance to something more slouched, depressed even; Something that was a rare occasion to him. Just as he was about to turn and find some others to talk with, the not quite white Mare spoke up, her words caught at his satalites. Soldier? There was only one whom called him by that name... Could it be?
As soon as he heard his name fall from those palour lips, his heart stopped. RASTA! His mind screeched, even if he was wrong, who else would know him, he didn't know many that were this odd colour, Apart from her. A smile grew upon his deep chestnut muzzle, reaching out to place his nose ever so gently against her neck, the place he'd always touched her and with such a gentle, caring manour. "It's me Rasta, It's actually me." Taking in a deep breath, inhaling her scent, a wave of relief and hope washed oer him as his eyes closed, glad to finally be back at her side, Glad that she hadn't died. Almost forgetting about the other one, he opened his eyes, nibbling upon Rasta's mane, grooming it out straight.

He gave a gentle smile over to the winged, glad that she didn't take it open herself to spread them or flap in his face. Still weary of such things, after Rasta's hawk attacked him. A chuckle resonated inside his mind. "Nice to meet you Sohalia, As mentioned. I'm Apodis" he spoke very formily, with a bob to his cranium towards her in a sign of acknowledgement. Turning his gaze then back to Rasta, a slight cheeky, but shy smile grew upon his features, reaching up and tugged on one of her ears playfully. But did so in a gentle way as not to hurt her, even though she'd more than likely scold him for it. "Someone's still looking in good shape" he whispered to her with a child like tone and a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad.

Apodis listened to her carefully, already feeling like he had to look after the two, wether or not this other one accepted it or not, He'd go about his own to keep her from harms way, She was in no form to fight, At least Rasta was doing well. "I agree" he stated formily and stepped forward bowing his head. "I'll keep you both safe" He spoke riasing his head back up, looking back to Rasta "If you could tell me the way, or perhaps just guide me on the way. I'm more than happy to move out of here. Staying in one place for too long is not a good idea. I think Rasta can vouch on that to some extent" He chuckled as he looked back to her, knowing that she'd pick up on what he was talking about. "Though I'm only going if she so pleases" He stated simply, Hoping that Rasta would make the right choice, He wasn't going to leave her again anytime soon, so if she decided to not follow, then he would stay behind with her, keeping her safe like he'd so promised. Taking a step back he fell into place next to her. "Make the desicion Rasta" his voice soft and gentle.

"Talk talk talk."