VARUNA
A commotion down by the beach caught the boy's attention. He'd been keeping to the Rainforest Cliffs lately since the trees gave a bit of shade from the sweltering sun. Between the trees he spotted a gathering down by the sea and his curiosity was piqued. At first he observed from a comfortable distance, unsure of the strange creatures. Varuna was well aware that the rift's beastlings were not often kind - in fact, rarely so. It wasn't until he saw a familiar shape speaking with them that he worked up the courage to go down and investigate. It was the golden filly, who he'd met not far from here many months ago when the chaos god unleashed specters of the dead upon them. When Varuna had tried to sabotage his ritual and escaped with only half a face. The yearling approached skeptically, ears swiveling as he came up on the group. It was truly a peculiar assembly - a handful of horses mingling with monsters of both the sea and of the land. He chose to approach the most familiar of them, Otem. He remembered his father explaining that the pair of them shared the same blood - or something. He stood there feeling and looking a bit out of place, observing the exchanges and trying to make sense of things. but calm your heart the dark is still the dark |
@Otem