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Azdeha
Arefell
year 1834
( Remember that english isn't my mother language, but I try my best x'D)
It was a good day, cold for the territory of Arefell and the far scent of rain filled the air. Perfect to spend the day outside the giant maze that protect the herd from the burning sun. Azdheha planned to train his fishing skills on the Witch Creek. He loves water in every kind, as rain, as tearing stream and snow...even if snow is nearly impossible in Arefell, but he always liked the storys that the older ones told about it.
It was early in the morning when he left the caverns, long before one of his fellow herd members was awake.
He knew the shortest ways between the rocks and arrived shortly after sun set at the large creek and he could hear the water running down the waterfall in the distance.
Azdheha was in a good shape, strong, fast and brave, but also young and the young ones tend to forget about their one mortality, thinking that nothing bad would ever happen to them. When he concentrated on the smooth water surface, looking out for fish, he forgot to observe the surrounding too. It was way to easy for the mountain lion to get unnoticed behind the horse. Azdheha noticed the danger to late to dodge the attack of the pradator. But after the first fright, he calmed down really quickly and began to defend himself aggressivly, mayby that fast reflex saved his life. His hard hoof met the head of the caugar and while the predator was confused, the young stallion used his head and flea from the fight. After some minutes he had to stopp, wounded, he only could go on walking. Fortunatly it starts raining, the caugar wouldn't be able to follow his scent now. Injured, and with wounded pride, he was on his way home, thinking about what the others would say about his little, dangerous advanture. Especially Mazia...the Arefell leader hates weakness and stupidity and at the moment Azdheha felt both, dump and weak. After some time he realized that he wouldn't make it home this day, slowly it got darker and colder. The rain was more a curse than a blessing now and his legs began to tremble. Only a few minutes later he broke down powerless. He was freezing, bleeding and every of his muscles screams of pain. Resigned he snorted, lay his head on the cold, wet stone and closed his eyes...
( no worries, he won't die, he only exaggerates a little bit)
Horse :ebbarie.deviantart.com/art/Azd…
+ 12 Hematite
+ 2 skill points speed
+ 1 skill point stamnia
- - -Arefell
year 1834
( Remember that english isn't my mother language, but I try my best x'D)
It was a good day, cold for the territory of Arefell and the far scent of rain filled the air. Perfect to spend the day outside the giant maze that protect the herd from the burning sun. Azdheha planned to train his fishing skills on the Witch Creek. He loves water in every kind, as rain, as tearing stream and snow...even if snow is nearly impossible in Arefell, but he always liked the storys that the older ones told about it.
It was early in the morning when he left the caverns, long before one of his fellow herd members was awake.
He knew the shortest ways between the rocks and arrived shortly after sun set at the large creek and he could hear the water running down the waterfall in the distance.
Azdheha was in a good shape, strong, fast and brave, but also young and the young ones tend to forget about their one mortality, thinking that nothing bad would ever happen to them. When he concentrated on the smooth water surface, looking out for fish, he forgot to observe the surrounding too. It was way to easy for the mountain lion to get unnoticed behind the horse. Azdheha noticed the danger to late to dodge the attack of the pradator. But after the first fright, he calmed down really quickly and began to defend himself aggressivly, mayby that fast reflex saved his life. His hard hoof met the head of the caugar and while the predator was confused, the young stallion used his head and flea from the fight. After some minutes he had to stopp, wounded, he only could go on walking. Fortunatly it starts raining, the caugar wouldn't be able to follow his scent now. Injured, and with wounded pride, he was on his way home, thinking about what the others would say about his little, dangerous advanture. Especially Mazia...the Arefell leader hates weakness and stupidity and at the moment Azdheha felt both, dump and weak. After some time he realized that he wouldn't make it home this day, slowly it got darker and colder. The rain was more a curse than a blessing now and his legs began to tremble. Only a few minutes later he broke down powerless. He was freezing, bleeding and every of his muscles screams of pain. Resigned he snorted, lay his head on the cold, wet stone and closed his eyes...
( no worries, he won't die, he only exaggerates a little bit)
Horse :ebbarie.deviantart.com/art/Azd…
+ 12 Hematite
+ 2 skill points speed
+ 1 skill point stamnia
no ref used
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3000x2000px 4.73 MB
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simply gorgeous and great little story too, lovely! <3