He couldn't believe it. He had traveled from Salem to Luthien to find the Forest in turmoil. The plan had been to revisit Creed and figure out her answer of living with him, but instead fear set in his heart. Was Creed even alive anymore? Was Persephone? He worries for Yvangar and what he must be going through right now with his family home under attack.

A white faced draft mare comes at him claiming she wanted his Feray. Roheryn's heart sunk as he tries to fend her off, but she was much too powerful. The older mare was clearly more experienced, but he did not give up easily. In the end, he had lost and he had to watch as she left to collect her prize. Feray...for the first time since he was a young stallion, he cries. Roheryn had come here for a spark he felt between himself and Creed, but now he was upset. Furious was a better word.

He could not return home now until he sharpened up his skills and saved what he could of the Forest herd. He bids good luck to his friend before charging off to find Creed. Roheryn carefully avoids the seperate fights happening on the island until he finally finds the dark form of the mare he sought. "Creed! He shouts at the top of his lungs as he draws closer to her. "Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?" Now that he was within touching distance, he begins to search her body for wounds.


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