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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 7:17 am
The gray stallion was doing his usual. He hadn't worn his mask in a long time and he didn't even feel no need to use it anymore. It was kind of a relief since he didn't have to worry about it falling off. Today though, he had other things on his mind. He was doing his walk through the forest eying the different gravestones and sites along the way. He didn't have much time ot do it anymore now that he had a family as well as a herd to look after. He entrusted his daughter to do this task for him and honestly she was doing a very good job. He was proud of his five children and couldn't ask for anything better in a family.
But now the important thing was the herd. It was getting pretty big and even though as of right now it was only family members, he knew it could easily expand to something vaster in no time flat. He flicked his long mane over his shoulder and gave a small sigh trudging through the moist muddy ground beneath his feet. He felt something was off in the forest. There was another near by and he didn’t know if it was friend or foe. Though he didn’t believe anything was truly evil, he knew there were evil minded Soq out there that would happily rip his flesh apart. He kept his defenses up as he walked silently through the woods wondering when the other visitor would make themself known to him. That was neither here nor there at the moment for he simply traveled like a ghost wandering through the woods.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 8:28 pm
The day held a crisp air that filled Viorel's lungs as he happily moved through the forest, he happened upon this place. It seemed different here, almost clearer like everything that mattered in the outside world could be handled later. "What strange thought. . ." He said to himself and hopped over a fallen log that had long since diminished from its former glory. Part of him felt like something was pulling him here, like there was something he needed to do. But that was silly, he was in charge of his own fate, and nothing pulled him to do things. Destiny didn't exist.
As he kept theses thoughts circling in his head he couldn't help but forget where he was going and before he realized it he had stumbled upon a burial ground. He looked down at the small grave markers and gave a bow of respect and walked past each one. Feeling sad that they could not have a grander show of their lives. He bet that each one had a great story to tell. He looked up from the grave and saw another standing in front of him, a male slightly smaller than him with great white antlers and a small tail. "I did not mean to intrude, i was just paying respects." He said and moved away from the graves.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 6:22 am
The older stallion turned his head to the individual that just spoke making him tilt his head only slightly. The other was definitely unique not only by his pupil-less eyes, but also by his weird spiraled horn. Hania didn't have a unicorn horn, but he didn't have pupils in his eyes either. It was something that wasn't passed to his children sadly, but that wasn't a big deal to him. They were beautiful regardless. "You aren't intruding." He said to the other in a calming voice before giving a firm nod to the grave then walking away from it slowly. "I'm simply making my rounds and speaking to those who have passed from this world. It's something I have been doing for a long time, but sadly...I have other responsibilities that are more important now. The spirits understand this transition though so it makes me happy." He told the other as he flicked his long mane over his other shoulder. It was strange not wearing a mask since he was so use to wearing it in his youth.
"What brings you out? Looking for something or just seeing the sights?" He asked tilting his head a little more while he looked to the other. He wasn't thinking too hard on things, but this stallion wouldn't look bad in their herd. He wouldn't ask though unless there was a reason to. "What is your name? I'm Hania Shen." He told him with a slight bow of his head.
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