Most of his time since his birth was spent carefree. Roaming in the only form he knew. Tracking small critters and interacting with a few equines that he happened across. They were unusual creatures on hooves and they never seemed quite sure of him. Like he was a beast or such.
After having arrived in the Forest and meeting a strangely marked mare, he hadn't stayed long. The winter chill had forced him into the confines of a small burrow to rest. There he had just about drifted into a sound slumber when a whispered plea was heard. His amethyst face rose from the decaying leaves as his matching eyes looked out into the dark of night. Small, crystal flakes swirled at the entrance. Amongst them was the slightest of forms. As if it was made from the ice particles itself. Help, was all that is cried as he strained to make out the form of another equine. This one young like the filly he met from his homeland.
His eyes flutter. He had only ever seen his mother in this form and she had only vaguely explained what she was, or could be. That he had a special ability to speak to her in her alter form that others did not possess. She hadn't really made sense until now. When he is seeing and hearing things beyond this realm. His triangular ears perk up slightly as the figure has all but disappeared...
The question in his mind remains as to why the figure needed help. Still the young wolf laid in the shelter he has found to ride out the night in peace.
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Morning comes quickly as the sun casted an orange glow across the fading winter landscape. He is quick to his paws, shaking the sleep from his body. Silently he slips back into the Forest to begin a new day.
The loping stride of his youthful body moves easily through the trees. Winding amongst the bark and brush with a destination in mind, the stream. It offered a cool morning drink and with the strengthening sun, has opened back up. Only a thin sheet of ice lined the waters edge.
He arrives and crouches to lap the aqua. It soothed his dry lips and as he drank his eyes closed ever so slightly. The bright light creeping into view as it rose over the horizon was near blinding. When he had just about finished, his ears caught the faintest sound.
Help me...
It was the same whispered voice from the night. His eyes opened quickly to scan the area. Much to his surprise the form stood shadowed just upon the other side of the stream. Quickly finding his feet, the wolf stands to face the apparition. What is it you want my help for, Spirit? The wolves head cocking in interested confusion. The young horse steps forward, hovering over the moving stream.
Find my sister, Solace. She rules over Hyaline. I have a request of her. It's a matter of life and death...
The wolf nods in understanding and as he does the spirit looks to the west before disintegrating into thin air.
With a lunge, he casts himself over the stream. Claws gripping into the earth as he traveled out of the forests and to the kingdom of Hyaline.
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Arriving a full cycle of daylight and into the next, he stands at the entrance of the territory. He had never ventured into another's home before and isn't quite sure of proper etiquette. Especially for not being of their species. Being a matter of life and death though, he does not feel that waiting is a great option. So he steps lightly into the kingdom. All senses on high alert as he searches for anyone who may know the whereabouts of the one he has set out to find. The ruler named Solace...
C Y R U S
The Spirit Wolf
@[Solace] anyone can find him
sorry for the novel!