It had been quite a pleasant surprise, running into Ruan the other day by the river. He had thought that any contact with the stallion would have ceased following Taiga's destruction, the two being forced their separate ways and needing to find new homes to compensate for what they had lost. But imagine the golden stallion's surprise when he discovered the wolf-colored beast out by the River, looking quite different but easily recognizable by that familiar ice ability he carried in his genes.
Ever the drifter, and trying to figure out a solution for what to do about this Plague, not aware that at this moment a group of horses had journeyed to the Isle to solve just that, the stallion made a journey to the Meadow for part out of pure boredom, the other to see if he could overhear anything from the gossip of the few horses that still lived here.
He knew that nowadays, the only horses who lived out here in the Meadow, the Forest, or the River, were ones who did not fear to get sick, or who were already sick and had been neglected new homes by the kingdoms they went to find sanctuary in. Aten was not worried about getting sick himself; if he ended up with the Plague, then so be it. He'd deal with stuff as it came; if he did get infected, he'd pray that somehow the situation would all work out and he'd eventually be healed.
If anything, he didn't want to end up as one of the infected that lost his/her hair forever.
The Meadow was relatively quiet, due to the small number of horses in the area, but there were enough. Aten trudged through the middle of the Meadow, grazed as he went and listened in to whatever gossip he could when it reached his ears. So far, he didn't hear anything interesting beyond what he already knew of the Plague, but surely something else was bound to come up.
@[Jinju]
Ever the drifter, and trying to figure out a solution for what to do about this Plague, not aware that at this moment a group of horses had journeyed to the Isle to solve just that, the stallion made a journey to the Meadow for part out of pure boredom, the other to see if he could overhear anything from the gossip of the few horses that still lived here.
He knew that nowadays, the only horses who lived out here in the Meadow, the Forest, or the River, were ones who did not fear to get sick, or who were already sick and had been neglected new homes by the kingdoms they went to find sanctuary in. Aten was not worried about getting sick himself; if he ended up with the Plague, then so be it. He'd deal with stuff as it came; if he did get infected, he'd pray that somehow the situation would all work out and he'd eventually be healed.
If anything, he didn't want to end up as one of the infected that lost his/her hair forever.
The Meadow was relatively quiet, due to the small number of horses in the area, but there were enough. Aten trudged through the middle of the Meadow, grazed as he went and listened in to whatever gossip he could when it reached his ears. So far, he didn't hear anything interesting beyond what he already knew of the Plague, but surely something else was bound to come up.
@[Jinju]