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Post by mysticeyes on Jun 28, 2011 21:06:30 GMT -5
All of the rumors Mystic Eyes had heard had pointed him in this direction, but after three days of camping in the wet bog, he had to admit to himself that he was feeling a little discouraged. The foraging around here was tough, and the grass had acquired the taste of algae, as well as something more... toxic. The sunlight, when it broke through the trees, had a greenish-yellow cast most of the time, and Mystic's hooves were caked with mud.
"Some place for a headquarters..." He grumbled to himself as he rose and stretched lazily. His thoughts wandered back to the vast open plains near Appleoosa, after living his whole life under that open sky- it was no surprise that the towering trees made Mystic feel as though he were suffocating. He had hoped to stumble across the headquarters of the Cult of Eclipse by now- but the place was apparently too well hidden even for his well trained warrior eyes.
His legs, still long and gangly for his young bison body, were lean with muscle, and he jumped up and down a few times, exercising the limbs that helped him run with the surprising agility that only a young bison from his tribe could exhibit. Surely Chief Thunderhooves would look upon him with shame, if he knew where Mystic Eyes was now, and what his purpose was- but Mystic had no more respect for his Chief. That old windbag had made the most foolish of deals with those invading pony settlers- and Mystic Eyes could never forgive him. Surely, his visions had led him here to leaders he could respect and follow- leaders who had the same ideals as Mystic did.
If only he could find them...
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