Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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The unicorn had grown since the last time he'd wandered into these lands- then, he'd been a colt, and now he was a stallion very nearly full grown. He was fierce, wild, and deeply, deeply lonely.

The horse is, after all, a highly social animal, and a unicorn was no exception. As a foal he'd been raised by Melancholia- she'd been totally insane, driven mad by the voices that whispered away inside her own head. Even dangerous, sometimes, but mostly the she wolf had been sad, and scared, and the only family he had left.

Bu now she was gone, and he couldn't find her, or any of his species. As far as he knew, he was the last of his kind to walk the earth, and what a terrible burden that was.

He was a big horse, with feathered legs like a Sire; his body and legs, though, were slimmer, more suited to speed. his short, sleek coat was patchy, light grey and white; his mane and tail a queer silvery colour, and his eyes a pale, pupiless pink. He wandered with his head down, his silver white fringe falling into his eyes, parting around the spiralled horn that sprouted from his head, that marked him as different, alien. He hated it. He hated the fact he was alone. He hated the fact he'd left Melancholia. He hated the fact he couldn't find her again, and most of all he dreaded he would. Or rather, dreaded he'd find her body, that she had finally given up the struggle with the own cracked, twisted mind.

He missed something else, too, something he'd never known. He missed his herd. He missed the way he was want to be, and the way he was certain he never would be.

((Meh post :/ Reserved for Raxi ))

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