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Ruwin

He watched his little sphere as it hovered in the air before him. Would this really save his world. For years he had watched his world slowly degrade as the darkness increased. It had been bad before, but it was getting worse. They had to do something or they would indeed lose their home, and their lives. Then again, he wasn't the most sociable creature. It was probably not the wisest move giving an antisocial grump a piece of hope that needed to be shared. He would try walking around this land with his light and see what happened. He always ended up bumping into one person or another anyways, if they happened to need some light, well.

Hopefully this orb would do its thing and he didn't have to think When Kisamoa left the stallion turned away himself. He walked off, his small orb following behind him. He had no interest in conversing with the other equine that had gathered. They had all received their pieces of hope and instructions. Not much was left to do. So he able off into the jungle seeking his solitude.
talk talk talk talk

Hiding below my shadow yet dancing above my fears
I grip sorrow's edge as you crumble to fall at my soul's tears
I have not forgotten you,
but sometimes I cannot help feeling numb

image credit to jason-samfield @ flickr.com

ooc: Exit Ruwin