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[Gale]

Gale started under neon lights, then it all got dark i only know how to go too far Though he had sentenced himself to a lifetime of solitude, Gale experienced less than a year of it on Islandres. The storm had been intense and overwhelming, as riotously magical as physical, leaving the navy stallion unable to do anything but seek shelter. He’s still not entirely sure how he’d found his way to the Forest - had he swum or flown or simply appeared? - but as he opens his electric blue eyes and looks out at the springtime woods, he’s quite sure of where he is. He’s not alone, either, for others have fled the destruction. A voice disturbs his contemplation, and rather than face his own thoughts, the white-maned stallion turns toward the sound of it. The buckskin mare is not one that he’s seen with his own eyes, but there is nevertheless something familiar about her. Something that dances just at the edges of his sight: a memory of having seen this woman before in a Vision, perhaps? Not while he was Cursed, he knows that for certain, and so there is no extreme trepidation as he approaches her, no worry that she might be someone he had known while infested with that dark, sick, murderous thing. Now he is only Gale, iridescent navy blue with feathered wings, empty of everything but the guilt. “What happened?” He asks, even though he suspects from her wide eyes that she has no more of an idea that he does. @Heda