The murky smoke-like substance that seemed to plunge the endless forest into dim darkness offered no hope to weary, lonely travellers. It was only those of herds who set their hooves or claws upon the darkened terrain with the slightest joy in themselves - the chance for new members and potential mates was always inviting. As a wanderer however without the home so many had become accustomed to, curious happiness thwarted the riddled corridors that formed the mind of the being at the chance of maybe, just maybe having a family or at least a home. It could be said that his robin friend Terra was family, and indeed he was, but equine family. A mate and children, grandchildren maybe? Logic, though, ever so kindly pointed out that being a nine year old, few mares would send their eye his way and his tendency to wander hardly made him the best father or mate. Perhaps he was destined to love no other except Mother Nature herself? Of course that was a weird concept, but when one sang to himself and told stories to youngsters of the natural world, and sometimes the supernatural, was "love" really for him? Perhaps...perhaps not. Fate would let him know at some point, and if death came before love then his answer would be clear. Yet thinking of forever living with none other than his little bird friend brought through the potential to feel lonely, and that was where his desire to be one of a herd came into play.
His strong frame weaved through the dark wilderness, shadows coating each and every atom in the land. He didn't know why it was dark, an eternal night, a true disaster? Was Mother Nature angry and saw fit to plunge her world into darkness to teach the inhabitants a lesson in her power? Or perhaps it was the result of the Gods...? The darkness played tricks with his crowded mind, merging the lines between past and present, a sense of time fabricated into nothingness with the eternal lack of light. Upon his withers perched Terra, his fluffy grey and ruby form unmoving as if he was indeed part of the Spanish blood that wandered the forest. It was when his tiny head tilted and he sat straighter, dark pupils to the heavens that the bay equine halted, neck coiling around to look at his companion who was truly fixated upon the skies. Unsure of what captured his friend so, the stallion turned those honest emerald orbs skyward, sucking in a heavy breath as he witnessed the first faint rays of a long awaited dawn shred the inky black sky. "High Ho High Ho, It's Back to the map we go..." Garnock whispered softly to his companion who chose to chirp absently, apparently forgetting the ability to communicate that was unique to these types of friends only. Dawn. The endless night was over, at long, long last. Garnock sighed happily, ebon kissers curving into a gentle smile as Terra took flight, his tiny body flitting upwards through the shadowy trees and disappearing through the canopy. Garnock's tail lashed quickly to his kinds as sturdy ebony legs would move him into a collect, compact trot, his outline rounded as was typical of his bloodlines. Above him, Garnock heard the ever beautiful song of his companion, joy thick through his well-practised lyrics but the stag didn't pause to enjoy the music. The distinctly earthy palette that draped his form merged easily into the backdrop before the Andalusian came upon a tiny, tiny clearing in the trees. To be fair, it was more of a minor scarcity in the treeline than a clearing, but even so. Topaz shades coloured the newly rejuvenated sky as Garnock stopped, rolling backwards on his powerful hinds and reaching upwards silently to the dawn, fine, majestic Andalusian lines perfectly silhouetted. The ebony tassels that formed his thick forelock spread across his features as the stallion snorted into the crisp morning air as Terra finished his beautiful song and returned to his spot upon Garnock's withers as the equine landed on all fours.
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She danced as though in unison with the forest’s fragrant song, her sweet step finally making sense to the callous grounds below. She had aged, grown older and bloomed into a beautiful representation of her father’s high expectations… She was a flowering youth so full of life and reason; a real tragedy in every sense of the word.
With Romul close behind, the princess weaved her way through the trees of the claiming grounds in high hopes that the shadows would reveal some sliver of happiness, some definition of meaning that had been so unclear to her as of late. She moved with growing ease and practiced grace, though only as fast as her small companion would allow. At times she resented the wait involved in toting the small pup around at her heels, but the love they shared was evident and though such a small strain would be cured with time, there were days when the two would quarrel in high-pitched squeals and yelps.
When the pair finally paused in order to rest, Essetia bent her small nose to the pale white wolf pup- she gave a soft kiss of appreciation that appeared to soothe both parties after such a journey. However, they did not indulge in such an embrace for long because the little princess was suddenly intrigued by something far more prevalent to her cause.
His scent was strong and foreign which made him all the more curious to the badger-faced filly. But she’d yet to lay eyes on the beholder of such an outlandish perfume and perhaps she was hesitant to seek him out, but of course, her youth and her lack of experience pushed her onward when most would have thought to turn back. Even Romul, who nipped cautiously at the filly’s hocks when she slowed, seemed a bit weary when it came to approaching the stallion that lay just ahead now.
He was beautiful to the girl, so mysterious and unknown… If she had known any better she would have announced herself, she would have alerted him to her presence… But she did nothing of the sort and so she moved closer, her face drawn inward as though she were a shy invalid. Little did her company know that she was actually a clever youth, so bright and smart and charming (perhaps a little too charming).
As Romul began to whine in reluctance at the girl’s bold actions, she stopped to lace a hardened gaze on the pup in order to quiet him. “No”, he whispered silently through the chords of their newly acquired mental bond. Essetia was still growing accustomed to the sound of his sheepish voice throughout her thoughts but she had grown to love the way it sounded even in such a premature state. They were both still young, but with each passing season, it seemed they were growing closer in spite of the distance she placed between herself and her own family.
Without any further hesitation, the filly cleared her throat, inviting the stallion away from himself so that he might join her in conversation. “What is it that you are searching for?” Her voice was soft, a bare whisper, but still so strong that one might believe her to be twice her age. There was no hesitance in her tune, only confidence and understanding… She was wise beyond her young years.
Slowly Romul came beneath her, winding himself between her hooves to rest there until he felt safe enough to nod off while they waited. Both were uncertain and yet impervious to the consequences of approaching one so unknown to them. But that made them all the more approachable, more perceptible to the evils of an engineering mind. However, one could never assume so much when it came to the claiming grounds…
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Flapping furiously through the darkness, the warrior female scanned the area with narrowed eyes. There had never been a time of more fury for her. First she had a nightstand, God knows how with a freaking stallion she didn't even know, resulting in a child. The fiery outcast wanted to join the Edge-- not just for the sake of Kodoven, but also because...well she was sick me tired of not having a herd.
Because living in a herd did not restrict her freedom to wander around the world and continue getting in brawls and meeting others. But this wasn't the worst of it. Due to her spunky personality, she just had to accidently make enemies with one of the inhabitants. Great! Just great! The voice sarcastically jabbed at her mind. Now, the mare wasn't ready to have a child. She didn't know their basic needs, and she was trying to be a good parent, but she failed.
Her poor blind boy wandered off and "apparently" made friends with a mare named Confutatis, that basically stole him away from her. Gritting her teeth together, Storm let out a little growl of fury. She tried so hard to be a good mother. Couldn't she just walk away and leave her son in the hands of a safer home? But no, she couldn't. That would be beating a terrible parent, and total abandonment.
What hatred would Kodoven feel towards her as he grew up, knowing that his mom sucked, and didnt even fight for him. He's in better hands, a calm soothing voice arose in her mind. But no, she was going to find Confutatis, and try to get her so back, or come to some sort of agreement to where she was able to always visit him, and let the other experienced mare take care of him. I truly love you, my child.
At least he was safe with her during the dark times. Sighing, the mare blinked watching the beautiful rays if dawn paint the sky many colors. Sighing deeply, the pained Pegasus spotted two figures below, and dove gracefully down to meet them. Blinking her eyes, she walked up to the filly figure and stared at the Andalusian stallion.
"Hello", her vocals sounded almost curt, but she shook it off. Don't be mad at them. They didn't do anything. Flipping a strand of hair out of ear eyes, the mare tried to approach in a...kinder way. "I'm Storm. What are you two doing out here?" Her voice sounded snappy and awkward, and at the end, the moody mare plastered a half heart smile on her maw.
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Solace wandered into the Threshold. How long had it been since he himself was here? The last time he had been wandering to Helovia for the very first time. He moved a slow pace and glanced around, hoping to find some kind of new creature. There was only one way for the Foothills to make its recovery, and that was to find fresh blood. It was time for him t show the dedication he had preached about at the herd meeting. It was also time for him to try and prove some kind of worth to his herd.
Off in the distance, he heard the voices of others. His ears perked forward and he walked forward. For the moment he would simply keep his distance and observe who and what was prowling about. He saw two mares and a stallion. Each of the mares had already spoken to the bay stallion, Solace assumed he was the fresh blood they were pursuing.
Slowly the giant stepped out into the open and revealed himself to the strangers. He dipped his head at both of the mares and then the stallion. None of them were familiar to him, but then again most of his herd mates were strangers as well. Out of the corner of his eye, Solace noticed the wolf, but since it deemed no threat he ignored it. He was still trying to understand the strange concept of companions. Now was not the time to ponder the strangeness of this land and the other inhabitants companions, it was time for him to test his diplomatic abilities.
“Greetings brother,” he said dipping his head once again to the other stallion, “And to you well sisters.” His gaze lingered on the two mares for but a moment and then shifted back to the stallion. “My name is Solace, and I am a warrior from the Windtossed Foothills, and I belong to a herd known as The Grey.” He paused for a very long moment. Would it be rude to simply just throw the invitation at this strange stallion? “May I ask who you are?” His eyes were on the bay stallion. There was definite potential for this stallion to join amongst their ranks, he appeared to be strong.
His gaze drifted around at the other mares. Solace silently wondered if any of them belonged to the other herd that had offered him a home, what was it called, Asylum? That mattered little to him for the time being.
Again the Spanish stallion snorted, his long thick whipcord lashing his sides and he pawed at the ground quietly, thrilled that the dawn had finally graced such a dark sky. Terra was joyful as well - pale grey feathers positively expanded in size as he continued to chirp. Shush Terra! I'll get meself a headache soon! The equine interrupted after a moment or so, chuckling through their still rusty mental bond. The robin huffed in one of the most amusing ways he could but silenced himself, just as it became apparent they were being watched. There was the sent of a fellow equine in the Threshold, yet Garnock didn't wonder why he was being watched. Duh, the claiming grounds. The grounds moved beneath his large hooves and steadily the silent bay craned his neck around, emerald hues piercing the gaze of the younger filly, noticing her slightly strange movement. She moved so cautiously, her posture that any equine that didn't have experience under their belt would have not realised the possibility that it was all an act and she was indeed not shy but entirely confident. Or...she was shy. Either one.
She spoke, her chords fluid and somewhat easy despite her appearance. A momentary glance was offered at the ivory critter at her hooves before the pleasant stud smiled kindly at her, flicking his auds absently. "Only what all who come here search for - a home." The Andalusian told her calmly, swishing his ebony tail as tassels of his forelock slid to cover his gaze as if he ordered them to. No matter. A sharp toss of his fine skull saw them flying out of his features and his gaze was clear on the femme once more but a sharp noise prevented any further conversation, a call obviously of the equids, btu so awkward it seemed Garnock could easily have doubted himself. The bay stallion stepped fluidly back a pace as the slate pegasus dove gracefully to greet the pair, her gaze full of barely held fury. Garnock had half a mind to ask why, but Terra was quick to mention the outcomes of asking an angry woman what was wrong. Her curt voice greeted him and the bay dipped his head respectfully toward the mare, returning the greeting only in a quieter way as the two mares stood by each other. Everything about her screamed anger even as she attempted to be kinder, but the Spanish blooded stallion held no fear for her outburst if one came. "Searching merely for a herd, m'lady. I'm Garnock." He introduced himself in a hushed tone, not wanting to force her over the edge with a sharp comment, and it was after that simple reply that he fell silent once more, standing before the mares, awaiting any further judgement. Upon his withers, Terra grew uncertain of the situation.
It was not long before yet a third stranger made their presence known - thankfully a stallion. He was strong, it was obvious in his stride and when he introduced himself as a warrior, Garnock's assumption was confirmed. The Andalusian dipped his chocolate crown to Solace and stood facing the three strangers, examining them before Solace once again caught his attention with a simple question. And this time when his heavy forelock covered his even features, the bay allowed it to remain as he answered this newcomer. "I'm known as Garnock. If you do not mind such a question, could you tell me more of this herd you hail from, The Grey?" He asked softly as his companion flitted quickly to a branch overhead, beady eyes surveying the other equines, watching them carefully in case he was needed to call a warning to the bay stallion. Garnock held faith that these three strangers were not here to attack him merely recruit him, but the potential for bloodshed was not overlooked. After all, he had to choose a herd at the end of the day and rivalries were just as common as robins. Emerald gaze shifted between the females for a moment, expecting them to speak, but he was careful not to stare...
Not long after the gray mare had brusquely entered the little group, another brute appeared with a muscular gray pelt that rippled as he walked. His mane was a forest green color, and he kindly dipped his head white head in a greeting. The gray mare was finally starting to calm down, taking normal breaths again instead of huffing furious ones.
Out of respect in the days that she was a militant, Storm returned the courteous bow. She was trained to fight, not to be petty and prance around like a filly. She would calm down and solve her internal problem like a diplomat instead of grumble and complain at everyone she met. "Greetings", the woman returned his tone, serious but still hinting kindness.
"Oh. You're a warrior", Storm said. Of course he was. Solace was very well built with a giant draft frame, though he was slightly shorter than Storm, though she had a more lithe build. He also seemed serious and bright. The perfect fighter. With a sly smile, the mare continued watching him, only to hear the other stallion reply.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir", bowing her head at the Andalusian bay. "My name is Storm", ignoring her last name, the woman kept it at that almost completely calm though in the deep recesses of her mind she could not stop thinking of her son taken under the wing of that...that witch!
Shifting her gaze at the filly, and then back to Garnock and Solace, she awaited to what the draft had to say. She was interested in the Foothills herd, but the mare still had her mind set on the Edge.
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Solace committed this stallion’s name to Garnock. Even if this stallion chose not to follow him back to his home of the Foothills, it could always be useful information if they ran into each other in the future.
Before Solace could speak, one of the mares began to speak. She introduced herself as Storm and Solace waited for a long moment to see whether or not she would discuss her home, but the he noticed her eyes upon him. It struck him as odd, but he chose not to dwell on it. There were those that did not wish to affiliate themselves with a herd.
For a brief moment, Solace wracked his brain, trying to think of a good way to explain the Grey. Before it would’ve been so easy, but now things had changed and there was no mercenary life left. But, they were a family. Yes, that is how he would choose to describe it to the other stallion.
“At one point, the Grey was a band of mercenaries, loyal to none but our brothers and sisters.” He paused briefly, this stallion probably didn’t want a history lesson on the herd, but Solace felt it wise to at least give a short explanation of his herd’s past. “Nowadays we are a family. No longer do we live as sell-swords, but many of us still have the blood of warriors coursing through our veins.” The words that were pouring of his mouth shocked him, typically he himself wasn’t much of a talker, let alone an eloquent speaker, and he found himself for once pleased with the words coming out of his mouth. “But of course, one does not have to pursue the path of war, there are other roads one can take in our herd.”
Instinct told him to remain quiet about the recent leavings of their previous leader and general. Truly it mattered little for those days were passed and in order for the herd to survive they needed to move forward.
“If you desire to join us brother, we would welcome you with open arms.” He said, “But do not feel obligated to come, for there are many herds within the land of Helovia.”
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The femme spoke calmly to the warrior as he entered. The draft's hair was a thick forest green and his frame muscular yet not overpoweringly tall. Storm, the tense mare was taller than he was but the major difference between the two was Storm's lithe, agile build against Solace's brawny and tough build. The Andalusian shifted his gaze between them multiple times, expecting them to speak, yet the mare was quiet, her tongue apparently caught in the depths of her mind. The filly was also silent, observing instead of speaking. Clever. Garnock retained his friendly demeanour, smiling kindly yet his mind moving fluidly through each and every possibility. There was something off about Storm. The bay was aware of Terra's tentative curiosity of her, and Garnock couldn't help but wonder as well, yet he spoke naught of his mind's actions, observing in silence much like the filly. The Spanish stud adjusted his position slightly, turning about an inch or so and finishing more square on to Solace. Since the females kept their tongues, he would focus on the one individual that chose to speak.
Emerald optics studied the warrior's thick frame, his dark hair almost strangely thick as though plucked from the surrounding forest itself. His bald ivory face was a heavy contrast to his monochrome pelt and his old icy orbs were like that of one who stole the Souls of young fillies. It wasn't long after Garnock had noticed the stallion's hefty scar that Solace spoke. Chocolate auds flicked quickly to listen to the stag, conscious of his companion as the robin moved into the shadows of the branches, his black eyes watching the females carefully. His deep vocals uttered first a vague, summarised history of The Grey and as one who'd never thought of himself as having anything to do with mercenaries, Garnock was immediately uncertain of the herd. When he was told they were more of a family come recent years, his views were mixed. The stallion flicked his ebon banner against his dark hocks as a sign of thinking. Terra's quiet tone chirped into Garnock's heavily working brain, reminding him to reserve his judgements until Solace had nothing more to say. Trust the robin to be rational. Garnock listened to the male's eloquent vocals, shifting his weight to one side to rest a tired hoof. The bay was glad that the herd were not exclusively warrior based, but it seemed to the stud that war was the most pursued path. Solace concluded his speech calmly and Garnock nodded approvingly, allowing silence to pass as he processed the information. Tossing stray strands of ebonite forelock from his gaze, the stallion waited for any comments from his companion, but alas, silence resumed. The bay spoke then, his baroque skull tilting downwards as typical when he was "interviewing" someone over their herd. I can very well imagine there are Solace, but I would rather know more of your family before joining. He paused, emerald gaze watching the grey. For the meanwhile he ignored the femmes, but not in rudeness. If they didn't speak, how would he know of their allies or herds? How are your relationships with other herds? Is everyone as polite and calm as you, or are The Grey still in their roots mercenaries with only such blood cooled? He quick-fired the questions intelligently, hearing the quiet and odd chuckle of the robin in the trees.
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Solace listened silently to each of the other stallion’s questions. He was silent for a brief moment as he himself thought up an answer to each of the questions. In all actuality, he knew little of the Foothills relations with other herds, but he believed that the worst relation they could have was with the World’s Edge, whom they invaded. Of course, that was in the days of the Grey, the mercenary days that are dead and gone. That unjust contract is what destroyed their herd, and completely damned the Grey, causing to fall into shambles. This was the reason why Solace had come out to this Threshold, to rebuild and renew what was dead.
“I do not blame you for wanting to know more.” He responded finally. “As far as I know, the Foothills relations with other herd, I believe we are neutral. Before the mercenary roots were left behind, we were completely neutral band that was intended to defend the defenseless.” He said, pausing to collect his thoughts to answer the next question. Is everyone as polite and calm as he is? To his knowledge, the rest of the Foothills were kind and welcoming. Of course, there were those that had far more fiery tempers, and those that were formed by the battlefield, unlike himself, but he liked to believe that nowadays the herd was relatively peaceful. “I cannot say everyone is calm or even polite, but, the core of those that led in the days of being a sell-sword have left the herd.” Part of him wanted to say abandoned, because in a sense that was what they did. But then again, what right did he have to speak ill of them? Solace had no knowledge as to what truly motivated them to leave the herd. Other than what Apollo had told them at that herd meeting, their hearts ‘weren’t in the Foothills.’
Solace watched the stallion, waiting for any more questions he may desire to throw at him. Hopefully he could manage to answer them all, he himself was unsure of what would be his limit. Afterall he hadn’t been in the Foothills a particularly long time. “If you have any more questions I am more than willing to answer them to the best of my ability.” He said, part of him expecting a barrage of questions.
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I just want to apologize, because when I wrote that post I was dense and hadn't realized the Grey had disbanded. Nowadays it is simply the Foothills. My most sincere apologies for misinforming you!
No problem, I worked out they were the Foothills anyway. :)
The bay knew he had asked quite a few questions and thus the silence that followed from the grey stud was not unexpected. The Spanish stallion bent his muscular neck downwards and rubbed his baroque shaped muzzle against one forward-placed leg, scratching at the newly healed scar on the inside. He could feel Terra growing tired of the equines beneath his fluffy form, his mind drifting - Garnock did not mind. He felt sure that Solace was a gentleman rather than a cold blooded mercenary that he'd mentioned about carefully before. As for Storm whom was still rather tense and uneasy, the stallion would keep his judgements on her and likewise of the young secretive filly whose name he was unsure of. Finally his ashen muzzle rose from his fetlock, ebon forelock once again overflowing across his line of sight. The stallion's gaze was drawn back to the more vocal of his acquaintances as his ivory lips parted in speech, his tone calm and unwavering. The bay didn't look at him, instead his gaze was off in the shadows of the forest as his mind too wavered with the silence. Although he sought not to be rude, therefore forcing his attention more fully to Solace as he looked to the bulky stallion. Garnock allowed a slight smile to curve his lips at the male's answer, taking a liking to his honesty. I can tell you're honest Solace. You don't over-speak of your herd yet you don't downplay it. The noble, deep tones rang forth, a hint of happiness tainting otherwise neutral chords.
He answered the following question in the similar tone as before and Garnock smiled at the answer. It told him exactly what his crowded mind wished to know, and as his long banner flicked idly against his dark hocks, the male mulled over the answers, his mind sifting through them in detail. He calmly examined the nuts and bolts of each answer Solace had given him before the relative stranger offered to answer any more questions the bay outcast might have. Tilting his skull upwards so that he could examine the ivorine faced brute closer, Garnock looked between the other ladies, ever so slightly confused by their silence. Perhaps they had no herd and wanted to only here of Solace's...but that was unlikely. Shaking his mane out, Garnock sighed quietly to himself as it parted madly over both sides of his thick neck. What could he do though? Focusing on the matter at hand, the stallion nodded to the grey stallion, one uncovered emerald hue gleaming at the prospect of a potential herd. I think the questions can be laid to rest for now - perhaps visiting the herd and your leader would be a good idea? Garnock offered the suggestion to see if Solace would take the bait and take him to the Foothills. He often found that the feeling emitted from a leader and the herd itself could write books on one herd rather than a member's words that'd simply fill one or two chapters.
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Solace listened as the other stallion spoke. He appreciated the stallion’s comment toward his honesty, it was something tried very to be. Where would a lie get him? Especially when it came to inviting others to his home. Giving them a false expectation wouldn’t just reflect on himself, but also on his herd. The idea of negatively reflecting upon everyone in his herd was even disgusting to think about, and it was also a humbling thought. When he came into the Threshold he was basically an ambassador for his herd. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had never thought of it in such a way.
“I speak only the truth for that is what everyone deserves to know,” He said back to the stallion. “I have no desire to build up false expectations of what lies within the Foothills.” There was no further need to elaborate his point in his opinion. Those simple words were enough to explain his motivation for the truth.
After his offer for more questions had been laid out, he was actually quite relieved about the fact Garnock had no further inquiries. It wasn’t the factor of whether or not he would be able to answer the question, it was more of the factor of how much speaking was required of him. Then he listened to the stallion’s suggestion. He nodded his head.
“If you would like I can take you to the Foothills and introduce you to our leaders.” He said with a slight nod of his head. Solace glanced about at the other mares, curious as to why neither of them had ended up attempting to recruit the other stallion. No reason to dwell upon it though, their silence had lost them a stallion that seemed to have a genuinely kind personality.
With a silent stare, Solace waited for the other stallion to give the cue whether he should turn and lead on toward the Foothills. His expression wasn’t impatient, but it was evident he was waiting on the other stallion’s response.
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Solace had not wavered from his tone of voice for the duration in which the pair had spoke. As much as the Spanish bay was aware that individuals could keep up detailed masks for hours, Garnock preferred not to taint the otherwise positive outlook he had upon the stud. Terra was silent with listening and thus didn't crown the equine's mind, although the lack of chirping noises scattering his thoughts left him feeling a little unsettled. Maybe the intelligent little bird had picked up on something perhaps a little off with the beastly male before him, or maybe something to do with the silence that the other females presented them with. How odd...why would they come to such an area as the Threshold as ambassadors for their homes or potential new herd mates, why did they hold their tongue so? The bay's thoughts halted when Solace spoke once more, his tone unwavering, truthful Garnock liked to think. His response was steady but short, clearly thinking he needed to say nothing more. Garnock didn't comment on this, although he had expected some lecture on how being truthful was an asset for life. Well, wasn't Garnock the one to be doing that? Terra chuckled silently at the stallion's thoughts and was subsequently ignored.
Solace seemed to agree with his suggestion, and the bay's dark lips curved into a small almost knowing smile. Flicking his thick, wavy tail, the stallion shifted his weight upon realising how much he had been leaning on his left side. No wonder his knee hurt! Lifting said leg from the ground, he stretched it a couple of times before turning a little, his gaze drifting toward the lightness of the trees, even as his comrade spoke. It seemed he was also confused about the silence the females presented them with as he looked at them, his crown a touch of centre. Terra figeted in the trees before fluttering down and landing in absolute silence on Garnock's withers, among a few ragged curls of his ebon mane. Receiving his companion with a twitch, noble chords spoke again in reply to his acquaintance. I would appreciate that greatly, Solace. Lead the way. The acceptance was given with a polite nod in parting from the females, not showing them his baffled-ness at their silence. He waited for the grey to turn in the required direction, and when he did, the shorter bay followed, his strong legs taking the same strides as Solace despite the height difference. It would be wise to remember this journey...
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if you want to go ahead and start the next "chapter" of this in the herd lands, as long as whoever the leader is played by agrees, we can continue! :D Forgive by negligence at replying as well, really sorry x.x
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