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Post by Lucent Leer on Apr 7, 2013 22:07:25 GMT -5
Lucent recoiled at the wolf's response. Of course he wasn't looking to negotiate. Of course that was what he had expected. The familiar feeling of apprehension filled him as the wolf's hostility rose.
“You're right,” he sorely replied, bowing his head in defeat. “Take them.” It wasn't just the wolf's threat that made him concede, however. He had revealed a more vulnerable side of himself earlier. Guilt ridden, down on his luck and even afflicted with a condition similar to his...he really did need them. It didn't make it sting any less to let go of them though.
Lucent took a final look at the treasured scrolls before releasing a heavy sigh.“You'll probably have the best chance traveling along this eastern ridge,” he commented, tracing a hoof along the portrayal of the cliff side. He stayed silent for a good long time, taking everything in. Was there anything left to say? The pony had thought there was no answer to his troubles over the past week and now there was this diamond dog that heard the same repeating song. There had to be something else he could ask.
“B-before you go, I just have one question.” Lucent asked. “I never got your name...”
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Baxter
Diamond Dogs 
High Templar Winter Wolf
"Wars are not won by the weak-willed."
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Post by Baxter on Apr 8, 2013 14:27:35 GMT -5
Good. Now Baxter finally had a way of finding his way to Trottingham. The wolf couldn't say he hadn't expected the pony to concede, especially considering how timid and spineless it had been. It seemed disappointed, but so what? Maybe it needed to learn that people have bigger problems than just watering flowers and maintaining collections.
"Eastern ridge," he repeated, picking up the two maps after the pony had finished tracing the cliff side. He spent several seconds scrutinizing the map of Stone Valley, trying to plot his route and make note of any landmarks along the way. With some effort and a few days of travel, he'd surely be able to get to Trottingham. And from there he could catch a ship to the Barrens.
Baxter looked up from the map when the pony asked him for his name. Why on the earth did it care? It wasn't like they were going to see each-other ever again. Was he going to tell his friends or something?
"Baxter," the archer answered plainly, looking back down at the map. Not like it mattered that the pony knew. But he sure didn't care about it's name, and sure wasn't going to ask. Finally he folded the maps, not taking any care to keep the folding neat and centered. He couldn't think of anything else to say to the unicorn, so he kept his mouth shut, merely walking past it as he continued around the lake.
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Post by Lucent Leer on Apr 11, 2013 23:40:52 GMT -5
Lucent watched silently as the wolf headed out, eventually disappearing among the dense foliage of the woods. “Baxter.” He said the name aloud to himself now that the visitor was long gone. He didn't know why it was so important to know his name, but he felt like he needed something to attach to the dog's image. Lucent couldn't stand his aggressiveness and Baxter only seemed to barely tolerate him, yet the unicorn had still felt some sort of connection to him. He was also fighting his own battle...
“Good luck, Baxter.”
He had taken this vacation to try and escape the troubles of the lingering music, but they somehow had followed him here. Whatever those hallucinations were that the wolf had...was he to expect them too?! Lucent couldn't afford to go back to Canterlot now. He needed to find answers while he still could!
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