The little colt trotted quietly within the woods, not far from his home. He knew the hills inside and out, and understood the boundaries of where he could and couldn't roam. He was older now that his father or mother didn't panic if he left the safety just outside the grove, but he was still small enough to know that if he strayed too far or for too long Penance or Azumoth might be summoned.
Thankfully though, no one really messed with his grandfather's territory. The woodland creatures found within were given safety from predators that lurked outside of the forest. Where some might find the thick tress ominous and intimidating, the dark shadows a worrisome presence, Nocturne knew that everyone within the woods was safe.
Two oddly transparent wings shuffled as the little colt slid and trotted down the hill side. His spiked unicorn tail swished idly behind him as red-orange eyes peeked out around him. The afternoon sun sprayed various beams of sunlight in to the grove, as the spring leaves hadn't quite blossomed to shade the hills of his homeland. Winter had waned and birds had returned from their migration but the green of spring hadn't quite touched all life yet. Part of Nocturne wondered what it might like be like when one couldn't look up and feel the warmth of sunshine upon ones back. He'd heard stories and understood that the sky would someday be hidden not just by the twigs and branches of the surrounding trees, but by hundreds and thousands of leaves. . . .
No wonder strangers found the woods intimidating.
But to each their own. Nocturne understood that their place was to help those lost and guide them back to the known trails. His grandfather and great grand-father currently held the title as watchful guardians and protectors, but the little spikey tailed colt hoped that someday such a role would become his own.
He wanted to make his family proud and had every intention of doing so. He wouldn't be cranky like Esper, oh no . . . He'd be different. So instead of frolicking around in search of games, the little serious colt was practicing making rounds. Given, he couldn't go far lest get in trouble but he might as well begin knowing the various trails around his home now so he might better protect them when he was older.
Ears and eyes alert, listening to the chatter of various birds, Nocturne made his way through the forested foothills of the mountains.
