I WILL TRAVEL ACROSS THE LANDUsername:Onewintersnite
Noulicorn's Name:Voshkie (Means: Golden)
Noulicorn's Gender: Female
Color: Chestnut palomino golden champagne true roan
Physical Description:She wears
goggles to protect her eyes form the harsh lands. She carries s
saddle bag filled with survival supplies. Around her neck hangs an
emerald given to her as foal.
Concept: The Vykeli, a vast and wonderous place now lay in ruins. Some nouls had settled in the best preserved area known as Homewood and were able to begin constructing a life for their young one.
As Voshkie surveyed the mix of death and new life, she contemplated all that she had lost. She was harder now and stronger then before she told herself. Voshkie had left the past and thats where it would stay. Hopefully. Thats how she had survived the wastelands; moving forward and never stopping was the only way to keep the past were it belonged.
The world away form the Homewood was harder, sure but she had learned and adapted with the help of the nomadic Wanderlust. "Even in a wasteland there is life; you just have to know where to look." Voshkie knew it to be true. It's why she still lived and why she would never stop. She had found a home with the Wanderlust though she wasn't that close to anyone in the party. She couldn't let herself be, not after...She had learned early though that you had to have companions to survive on the go; too many dangerous things could get a lone noul.
As she stood at the edge of the Ruins, memories, good and bad, threatened to spring from dim awareness into the present. "No!"she said, stomping her hoof firmly, mentally stomping all thoughts of the past back down. But she couldn't leave without what she had come for, which meant letting some of the past trickle its way back up.
A dream...she is running but from what she neither sees nor remembers. "Voshkie RUN!!!!" A voice yells to her. A voice at once forgotten and unforgettable. "Voshkie take this." A small delicate woven leather basket chain is placed around her young head and a big dazzling emerald hangs from in the basket. "Gaurd this Voshkie and go to the Grandfather Tree." The voice had given her the jewele only moments before telling her to run.
She had run through the Ruins that night. In a panic, like a young foal would be, she hide the emerald necklace in a safe place. Voshkie had not though of it for many years but something made her dreams think of it now. So she had to go get it.
As she reached the place where the emerald was hinden, she could see the place hadn't been desterbed in many years. Digging down into the earth she uncovers the jewel and a flood of memories and emotions over well her ice cold heart. A yell so loud it echos the bones of the Ruins left by the Others. As the angish lives her body her walls build back up and she gains control of herself again. Bending down she picks up the stone and manovers it on to her neck. Turning to left the Ruins and find her group and again she is unable to stop the tears from streaming down her face.
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