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07-20-2013, 08:53 PM
Castiel had wondered around for weeks meeting many faces ever since he placed hoof in these land and so far all was well not once had there yet to be an unsavory encounter. For some reason also fate liked to drag the painted unicorn stallion around to find those in need of a soft gentle horse who projected warmth and security in his very stature. Often more than not those who this stud happened upon needed that more than anything for the world had tossed them into cold gripping darkness. Things did seem to lighten up when one night the tabiono paint woke up to a full bright moon something nonexistent upon his arrival. So the unicorn took that as sign of better times to come, however others would still need a reason to smile and the stallion wanted to provide just said reason. Once more an opportunity to assist came again to Castiel in the form of a loud whinny catching his ears it sounded desperate, scared, lost, and confused all melded perfectly together with a famine tone to it. Making a quick pace through the woods the stud managed to make it weaving with little to no slaps to the face by an unseen branch. After a few miles the cry sounded again it was close the scent of the mare hung near. Breaking through the forest edge the unicorn found a brook with its snow disturbed not much farther was a black and white painted mare lying under a dry tree. Carefully the stallion approached with a relaxed posture and let out a nicker to let her know he was coming “ Hello ms I heard your calls my name is castiel what’s wrong”
