The Enogu

The sweet grass sways from the warm breeze as you enter another section of the meadow. In the not too distant horizon you can see the beginning of a large, forest, looking almost as if the light of the sun never reaches far enough to touch it. A dark forest, that looms in the shadows...

Quanta

You shudder slightly, and surprised at the action itself, turn around so you won't have to see the forest and are facing most of the meadow instead. Unaware that you were tense before, you relax. Just being in this particular meadow makes you feel at ease, peaceful. A couple brightly colored butterflies flutter around you once before moving on, and you can't help but smile at them as you look at other views. The grass around here is tall, standing up to your knees, and soft, with a sweet smell. There were a couple trees, being the closest to the border of the forest, but not too many.

You walk on, and suddenly trip over something, hearing a grunt before you fall face-first in the dirt. Spluttering, you stand up, shoving dirt off your clothes, before turning around, and promptly gape.

A unicorn stallion lays sprawled on the ground before getting up and shaking himself, flicking his lion tail with a snort.

"Now why did you go and do that, irithin?" He eyes you. Now that he's standing, he's much bigger than he seemed before, taller than you, even. Mortified at his annoyance, you take a step back. Seeing that, the stallion laughs. "It's aright, irithin. Ye didn't mean it. Ze ve Quanta, or perspective, in your tongue. Nice of you to stumble into the Enogu, so to speak." He chuckles at his own joke before speaking again in an accent you can't quite put your finger to. "The Enogu is our meadow, you can say, our section. Here is where all painted unicorns live, including myself."

He smiles, before moving on. "You may look around if you wish, no one will harm you, though I warn you." He darkens, and frowns. "Stay away from the morbet. Tufta aren't as kind to strangers as we are."

You blink. Morbet? Tufta? But before you could ask anything, Quanta arches his neck and turns. "I best be going, irithin. Farewell!" He gallops off, leaving you on your own.

Quanta
Perspective

ID: #81
Gender: Male
Glory: Cora Finien
Class: Theli
Birth Charity: Tetheran
Parents: Natheyiv and Torines
Charity: Pasnana Mira'lasha
Mate: Moreilli
Offspring: Risil, Verin'deesta

foal picture

Quanta proved himself in a Glory Challenge

Painted Unicorns are � to Silvanon Photography used in layout were taken by and are � to Aylura Layout created by and is � to Me