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Sunlight hot and sharp broke like glass against the leaves of the giant tree forest dappling the two adventurers below in green and gold light. Both whee noble Bataille unicorns. They whee fierce warriors though it was only now they where both stepping away from the heard to face the challenges of this world head on and take on the responsibility that entailed. The one in the lead, Atalanta was a deep coco brown with a magical blue cape around her shoulders that featured a golden net pastern along one side. Gold tattoos glistened in the late morning light and seated above her war mane was a large curved horn of Chrome. "Come along Bayonet. The tree should not be far" "If it wasn't for the fact this tree is adorned with blue roses, red thorns, and has leaves of silver I would doubt we could ever find it" Bayonet was as small as bataille came and for this reason she was swift on her Unicornian Silver hooves. her cote was gray but splotched with little dots that gradated to form a

He looked so out of place in the stable with his wild deep brown coat and the huge leaf like markings that played across his back in green gray. Even the way he stood was so different from the other Boucle (and it wasn't just him being a Batille). Unlike the other Boucle Unicorns in the stable he was perfectly at ease even as the storm howled outside. He had taken well to stable life. It was cushy. His hooves had been cleaned and polished, his coat brushed free of parasites and burs, His mane was unknoted and brushed soft, he was well fed and had a guarded soft place to sleep ware he didn't need to keep one eye open. Tonight he was especially grateful to the stable as he could hear each fat raindrop hit the roof of the stable with a rhythmic thunk. His normal sleeping place would be the best in this kind of weather as it was not the most sheltered, and it certainly wasn't heated. He dipped his head into the feeder still silent as ever in all motions. Not lifting his head he said

Twilight, the hazy kind before sunrise, obscured the landscape. Morning mist clung to everything from the leaves of the tallest tropical tree to the small ferns that grew along the ground. The group slept soundly riders and their clasique boucles all out for a multi day jungle trail ride. WalkAbout lifted her dark blue head and shook her lapin lop floppy ears that had yellow starbursts of color on them. She had been woken from sleep by the felling someone was watching her. Not like a preditor though, curious, the situation and the one watching. Her ice white horn glinted in the refracted buttercup yellow light. Freezing WalkAbout turned her head to a soft sound of a hoof step. Before her stood the silhouette of a hansom Bataille. The Bataille snorted and cloud of warm breath steamed up from his nose. WalkAbout hoped he would come into the light but instead he simply turned and walked away hooves hardly making a sound. WalkAbout was entranced and slowly got to her hooves and trotted

The sky was the kind of heavy gray that foretold a coming storm. Thick clouds with rounded fluffy tops and flattened bottoms rolled over the land. The year was in that twilight between the rainy and dry seasons. Most people would regard this as "Not a sane time to be travailing". However Corble was pressing on. His fear left his soft cream fluffy leg feathering shaking over his natural brown hooves. Corbel under neath it all was a Boucle and a Bataille and beneath that a soft hearted giant. On the exterior however he looked like a grate buffalo with his natural brown unicorn horn poking between two curving horns. He was largely dark brown save for his muzzle, leg feathers, and a large spot on his back. Leaving his home land had been a hard decision for him. First to leave behind all he knew and second to face the fear of the unknown was a set of challenges that simply had his heart pounding out of fear. Still hoof step by hoof step he worked his way across the dry grass land. The

The night black paws of Anteros touched the cold earth outside the stable. It was predawn and something was very wrong. Not only were the doors to the stable blown wide but there were huge tracks of some kind of creature that was almost ferret-like was in the straw and snow but the creature was nowhere to be found. Anteros felt a chill run through his 18 hand high blue frame. His fox-like tail puffed out and he quietly walked back inside. Everyone but the Bataille were sleeping. The large battle ready boucle were all talking among themselves quietly. Anteros Knew none of them would listen to him save for his siblings. “Excuse me” the daydreamer classic said mustering all of his courage. None of the Bataille Lisoned to Anteros as he spoke. Grumbling, he walked back to the cold and snow of outside the stable to look at the tracks. They were at least as big as his brother's paws. It was then he noticed something he should have much earlier. Dragmarks further out from the stable. On