The north calls to him today. He thought of going south, but nay, the north seems to have a pull tugging at him this morning. The sun has barely risen, just peeking into the darkness from behind it's jagged curtains. He seizes these quiet hours to move under it's dull light, stretching his body out first and then setting off at a limpy pace toward the frozen mountains beyond.

Maybe the boys of the Tundra knew something of healing, because this bum shoulder will not due for much longer. His patience is nearly gone with it and it prevents him from moving at anymore than an off-kilter jog. He finds it much too constraining for his liking.

So there he is, just limping along. It's early morning and the cold fog has yet to lift off of the lands. As he goes deeper into the mountains toward his destination, the land turns barren and the skies twist into grayness. There are valleys of green still, but it's much different than his volcanic home. Jagged rocks cut into the surface everywhere, some as big as a large hill, just stone and moss and tundra shrubs. He plods along until he finds a small river, stopping to have a drink and look around for anyone about.

chemdog

astra inclinant, sed non obligant.

i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.

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The young mare finds the warmth of spring pulling her from her slumber. Despite the ice and snow that covered the Tundra most of the year, spring did have a means of penetrating the frozen kingdom. Maribel lifts herself from her bedding of pine needles to stretch and yawn and give her body a rather good shake. Her pelt is changed to camouflage her against the ground when she sleeps, a muddy brown with bits of green and gray but now that she is woke with blinking sky blue eyes, the murky colors give way to the typical golden honey that is her true form.

Not far off from her quiet place stands a dark male with white splattered across his hide. Mari, curious and without fear, moves towards the stallion. Her soft voice is tossed high as she greeted the ghost faces male. A curling smile plays on her lips, crinkling and creasing the edges of her eyes. "Hi!" The innocence from her childhood had never left her. "Welcome to the Tundra. Can I help you?" The soprano vocals inquiry as she closes the space between them when she extends her muzzle for greeting while still watching with large blue eyes.

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