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09-22-2013, 10:29 AM
"You’re not meant to find it." He answered the angered cry of the filly. Just like d’Artagnan was not meant to be out here, but when one was stressed, one found it hard to simply stand still. From the Endless Blue back to the Basin and now he was navigating the snows of the Steppe once again. There was something about the cold caress that soothed his mind just a little, he would find the answer he needed one of these days. For now he looked over the girl before him, crowned in proud ivory and splashed in a lovers blush, her face awash in harsh frustration at the elusive herd she couldn’t find. His own herd. d’Artagnan stood a respectable distance away alone, Aramis out hunting for the rough meat of the snowy land as he wondered why the young filly was looking for the Basin. She was perhaps younger than Aviya, built very similar to his two daughters, adorned in a feature that would grant her access to the Basin. If that’s what she wanted. He turned to the horse tiger then, the Nightshade might have jumped in surprise, but he had seen this creature before. Back in the days where he fought for the egg that harboured his hell dog, the bonded creature he had won in a fair fight. This beast had been there. For a moment he paused, mind searching across the white wastes to find the familiar canine touch, return to me was all he said before turning his attention back to the duo. Aramis would be along soon. Better to counter claws with claws after all, d’Artagnan liked to prepare himself for a bloody scenario, even if they were just a little girl and her pet tiger. The Nightshade snorted before parting his dark lips once more, his vocals rough and low, but calm and genuinely curious. "Why do you seek the Basin, little sister? This is not the place for fun and games, the land is hard to find for a reason. You will not encounter hopes and dreams here." Why indeed. For one so young he wondered if she understood anything about the land she so fervently sought, there were no soft hearts to be found up here, perhaps she wanted something colder. Something darker and stronger. Then she would be almost in the right place. The newly returned sun bleached his coat a vibrant red, shining bright off his delicate horns and the silver moons that hugged his left flank as he contemplated the pair. It appeared d’Artagnan was in for some sights these recent days. Bitter crimson tears flow from lifeless eyes
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my heart’s an endless winter
filled with rage
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