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penumbralwolf
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[ Under Sacred Canopies ] Private Mar 4, 2015 16:47:53 GMT -5

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Post by penumbralwolf on Mar 4, 2015 16:47:53 GMT -5

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1. Jekyll (PenumbralWolf)
2. Kariana (galaxy--princess)

[ Jekyll – Olde – Silver Wood ]

Silver stars glistened on the celestial canvas of the night sky, illuminating the darkness with a faint, phantasmagoric glow. However, these glistening stars and the limp, crescent moon were aided in the creation of the light by a magnificent forest, cherished by all of the members of the Olde Herd. If any horse were to pad softly through this winding labyrinth of trees, they would notice the magic radiating from the trees and the water, even affecting the way the soil felt under hoof. Indeed, the Silver Wood had a mystical feeling to it, as if the very spirits of the ancestral unicorns rested here. It was no wonder why the healer and defender mages trained in this exact forest, considering how much magic radiated in the air.

Even now, a red sabino horse padded softly through the forest, his sapphire-hued eyes taking in everything of the past. As a young defender mage, Jekyll had been brought to this glistening forest many times, and he had always felt the breath escape his chest. Not only was the magic of this forest sacred, but the beauty also seemed to add to the forest’s magnificence. Had the unicorns chosen to bless this place in honor of its breath-taking beauty?

As each hoof hit the ground, Jekyll could feel the magic rushing through his veins, making him feel more awake and alive than ever. Still, even as the advisor felt awed by this forest, he couldn’t help but feel sorrow as well. How many times had he been here with his former mate? The two had spent hours in this forest as younger mages, and now that time was but a distant memory. Stop it, Jekyll. You came here to get away from the stress of the herd for a while, not to reflect upon memories that only cause grief. If you’re going to start mourning, then you might as well go back to the herd and work some more.

Seeing as the conflict between the Olde Herd and the Bachelor Herd had only happened recently, tensions were running high in the herd, and Jekyll knew that he needed to be at his best for the future. Who knew what the future was going to bring? The Olde Herd couldn’t have one of their advisors mourning at this time; any sign of weakness could surely be the demise of many more horses.

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[ Under Sacred Canopies ] Private Mar 6, 2015 4:22:01 GMT -5

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Post by galaxyprincess on Mar 6, 2015 4:22:01 GMT -5

Loud beats thrummed against the forest floor as a large figure stomped around through the underbrush. If it weren’t for the raucous, she might appear as a shadow, guided only by the light of the moon above the lustrous treetops- as it were, she was quite without grace, placing her feathered hooves wherever she thought to be best (the crackling of strewn branches made it perfectly clear that she actually didn’t have a “best”). She moved slowly, though, as if to emphasize each stamp as its own piece of one long and drawn-out lecture, and her wavy mane moved only as if occasionally touched by some persistent wind.

Now, as previously mentioned, the moon had perched itself high above the land, casting its glow through the night sky so that it might drape everything below in a ghostly silver. Why was it, then, that this mare sought to explore so late into the night? Something in the woods called to her- called to everyone, maybe? Rumors danced around the forest like pond skaters, so it would be no surprise if she wasn’t the only one who felt so drawn to it. Nonetheless, paired with the feeling of wonder she got from admiring such a magical (nearly sacred, really) place was one of… sentiment? Kariana wasn’t quite sure how to place it. The young mare could feel something tug at the back of her mind every time she stepped hoof in the woods, but had never been able to really figure out just why it happened.

Shaking her thoughts- and her head, just a little- the female paused in her tracks, one ear absently flicking as she caught sight of something moving a short distance away. The roan color was out of place (though the beast at hand was too large to blend in, anyway), causing the mare to squint a little and let out a derisive snort. With a silver glow cast over the red, the other horse appeared to be made of rust- an interesting sight. She stood there for a few moments, stock still aside from the occasional blink and flick of her tail, simply watching the stranger move (it wasn’t as though she actually felt inclined to approach them in the first place, and watching the light play on their smooth coat was too mesmerizing to care, anyway).

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[ Under Sacred Canopies ] Private Mar 15, 2015 18:41:23 GMT -5

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Post by penumbralwolf on Mar 15, 2015 18:41:23 GMT -5

[ Jekyll – Olde – Advisor ]

It had been quite some time before the advisor halted, his long, silky mane billowing in the breeze. His sapphire gaze cast out ahead of him, and he watched the milky illumination of the moon dance on the undergrowth and the trees. This place truly was a sight to behold, even for the advisor, whom had trained in this forest ever since he had been old enough to learn how to become a defender mage. What was it that fascinated him about this forest? Was it how sacred the forest seemed, or was it the mere beauty of the surroundings? Every time he came here, it seemed to take his breath away.

Suddenly, the tranquil silence was broken by the sound of rough hoof beats, twigs snapping in the distance. As the sound drew closer, Jekyll turned his head, the silver light of the moon framing his sapphire gaze. Had someone been watching him? The cacophony of noise had given them away, breaking the calm silence of the night. Who had followed him here, though? Swishing his tail, Jekyll waited to view the other horse, the moonlight being his only guide.

When the advisor noticed the ebony mare, relief coursed through his veins. Of course, it was just one of his herdmates-not a loner, much to his good fortune. “Ah, what brings you here? It certainly is a nice night to view the scenery, I presume.” Jekyll didn’t seem too bothered by the other horse’s presence; in fact, maybe they could distract his mind from the agonizing memories that plagued even his waking moments.

Jekyll knew that he needed something to stray his mind away from dreadful thoughts of the past, and perhaps conversing with another herd member could cast away those painful memories. If he had been out here alone, then wouldn’t he just reflect on the past? After all, the silence only left him to ponder-muse about everything that had gotten him to where he was now.

Last Edit: Mar 15, 2015 18:42:40 GMT -5 by penumbralwolf