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Post by • illɘgal ◦ on Jul 17, 2024 18:11:08 GMT -7
![](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/2e82eb2d-1171-4299-8eb7-2cba517fc5d7/dg3e5r9-203dff6f-17f8-4afd-ba6f-b1c29728c9b4.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzJlODJlYjJkLTExNzEtNDI5OS04ZWI3LTJjYmE1MTdmYzVkN1wvZGczZTVyOS0yMDNkZmY2Zi0xN2Y4LTRhZmQtYmE2Zi1iMWMyOTcyOGM5YjQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.aJi4lqSEYSqsV-Go7p3K9pIhHlGYj2N6yuXu27wWAN8) The colt was feeling mixed emotions as he left the borders of his home. Though he felt apprehensive leaving his twin and younger siblings, he couldn't help but feel the thrill of the hunt. His mother made it clear that his mission was important, though she had no timeline for when it would be complete. All the blue roan knew was that he was to seek out a mare - Adora. If he ever needed to report any news to his mother, it would have to be done carefully and in secret. But, for the foreseeable future, he wouldn't be allowed to return home to Sinheim. No, this was far more important. He woke early, speaking to his brother and the cambion twins quietly before the Helkaer General escorted him to the border. His mother was never one for chit-chat, and the relatively short walk was held in silence. He wanted to prove himself as Theseus had. He needed to. When mother and son reached the boundary, she finally looked over the growing colt with what was almost a genuine smile. Go. Be safe, and never forget where you came from. Thrace nodded, golden eyes meeting her magenta ones before moving off into the sparse brush. It didn't take him long to find a stream that he washed himself off in. He couldn't have any of the Helkaer's scent on his pelt when he went to the Light kingdom. He rolled in nearby bushes and flora before soaking himself again. Before long, he couldn't smell his mother or siblings on himself. Before he truly left the Outlands, he covered himself in dust and set out. The yearling had no true direction, only pausing in his travels to ask for directions. He tried to look meek and lost, and it seemed to have worked. It was late in the afternoon when he reached the edges of Sunset Shores. He halted at the edge of the thick forest, searching the shadows for any signs of guards or a patrol. His ears snapped back at the sound of movement and hoof beats, slowly turning to face the noise with a sheepish look across his painted face. I'm sorry, I think I'm lost.Thrace speaksTAG JUNIPER ! and Adora! WORDS 360 something TIMELINE Summer, act II, just over a year old (:<
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Post by JUNIPER ! on Jul 22, 2024 16:45:26 GMT -7
![](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/45837a3c-e8f9-4e37-ad86-29a69b204262/dhjd4hy-0c905f62-6273-43ca-9ac3-d538ea270c80.png/v1/fill/w_1280,h_691,q_80,strp/sakura__by_ccacoldcloud_dhjd4hy-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NjkxIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvNDU4MzdhM2MtZThmOS00ZTM3LWFkODYtMjlhNjliMjA0MjYyXC9kaGpkNGh5LTBjOTA1ZjYyLTYyNzMtNDNjYS05YWMzLWQ1MzhlYTI3MGM4MC5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.wy1aCWePXk4yyilGz1hXSRa5dtsirLsMFzLnoaI-qIw) As the afternoon sun blazed overhead, Adora was keeping cool by sticking to thick foliage of the forest. It was like this most days now; she would stay close by her herd, but not too close. She was struggling in the wake of everything that had happened, an internal battle she shared with no one except the ocean she so fiercely stood beside. Adora had chosen to hike up security with some new recruits, though she was painfully aware of how little it would help in the grand scheme of things. With it, she was putting in more of her own time patrolling to lighten the load of her guard. Should someone come for her, Adora hoped to face it herself so no one else had to. The joys of Djinn’s return to her were lulled out by the looming threat that would befall the Light Kingdom — there was no telling when or where.
The Baroness sighed, giving an annoyed flicker of her tail toward the nothingness that enveloped her, cerulean eyes drawn to the depths of the greenery. Adora didn’t give it a second thought when she started heading for the entrance, compelled to quell the pitting curiosity that was gnawing in her stomach. She moved through the forest with calculated grace, carefully dodging branches and slipping to and fro against leaves to keep as low of a profile as she could. Her guards would be coming from the Southern reach any time now, but they wouldn’t mind awaiting orders. Adora was nearing the borders of The Shores when she heard the impending steps of another, golden sonars flickering backward in anticipation. The foliage offered a peak of the figure before she emerged, not wanting someone lingering longer than they should be.
The colt that she was faced with surprised her. She’d come from the trees with her chest taut and head high in the air, a slight crook to her cranium while her blue eyes focused straight into the gaze of him. Looking him over, Adora could see an outwardly healthy horse whose only flaw was his mouth. I’m sorry, I think I’m lost, he said. Her shoulders relaxed just slight, a quizzical look in her face, skepticism tingling in her throat. “You think?” The Baroness asked with a raise of her brow. Her tone was airy in an attempt to not be scathing. “I don’t recognize you, so I’d wager you’re far off your mark, wherever that is, if there’s somewhere you’re supposed to be.” Adora tried to loosen up some, offering him a halfhearted smile. “Where is it that you’re supposed to be, exactly?” image link• illɘgal ◦ 439 trying to be tough and it’s abt to turn into “i shall call him squishy and he will be my squishy”
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