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 Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:42 am
 It was getting dark, that much was certain.
But where was he?
Now that was the question.
The thick bramble of the forest seemed to be encroaching around him from all sides. Granted, the russet and gold coloured stallion was perfectly capable and the ghost stories his older brother used to tell him didn’t bother him in the least. It was the fear of the unknown which plagued him now.
His personal troubles only added to his unease. His brow creased, and his nacres flared in agitation as the ground cover became more cumbersome and the stallion raised his hooves higher as he moved along the rapidly disappearing path. His silken, powder blue shawl got snagged on a bit of thorn bush and he startled; tugging against the hold the thorn had on him.
Serk.
The fabric ripped at he was free once again. Perhaps he had over-reacted but it could be worse. The stallion heard water running sluggishly to his left and pricked his ears. He stopped and looked around, trying to spot which direction the sun was setting to get his bearings. He had made the mistake of wandering aimlessly in pursuit of anything and everything.
He had no idea where he was going, or what he was looking for.
His spirit, much like his physical body was completely directionless.
Some knight he turned out to be…
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:50 pm
As the sun was falling, deepening the shadows around her, Rynn found herself unable to get back to the glades. A storm had picked up and ran through the forest with a vengeance, ripping at trees and branches and stirring up the vegetation where it could. Usually storms didn't worry her but this time the wind had knocked down a rather imposing branch, blocking the narrow path she had taken to get there. With a small frown she considered her option, trying to remember the area in case she could find another way home. The wind picked up again, tugging at her thin wings and pulling at her hair. She shivered slightly before turning her head, sensing the movement of water close by. Even though the winter had been cold the main river still flowed strong. Rynn decided to follow the sound, hoping that if she culd find the main branch of the river she would be able to find her way back home to the glades.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 10:17 pm
A crash of thunder made him jump in his skin. Chevalier kept following the river knowing that eventually it would lead him somewhere. Perhaps he could find a large tree to help shield at least his face from the brunt of the rather ugly storm that was moving in.
A peal of lightening illuminated the area around him for an instant and he caught sight of iridescent purple wings and the delicate glint of jewelry up ahead.
The stallion knew then that he wasn't alone.
He squinted against the rude assault to his eyes and tried to get them to adjust to the dark once more. After what seemed like ages, but in reality was only moments, his eyes adjusted and he was able to tell a little more about the Soquili who was approaching him,
It appeared to be a petite mare.
A flutter.
Chevalier kept walking, closing the gap between them. He tried to put on a somewhat pleasant expression to show he meant no harm.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 7:04 pm
There was someone else there. A flash of lightning illuminated the way just long enough for Rynn to realize she was not the only one in this storm. Crashing around her, the thunder almost deafened the flutter and she shook her head, trying to clear out the ringing in her ears. Still following the sound of the water, Amirynth made a gamble. She was sodden through to the bone and her wings were useless by this point. She needed help in finding her way back and hopefully the figure who stood close by was not one who would be her doom. With a fearful look towards his silhouette, Rynn waited until the next flash of light to take a look at the other being in the forest. A stallion... Amirynth was glad it wasn't a skinwalker, though she would have taken anything at this point. She tentatively made her way closer to Chevalier, hoping to escape this storm soon.
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