Berule part 4Chapter 4: The mare looked over to her foal as they walked, and he shined her a glorious innocent smile. She could not help but feel such a sense of love for the little bundle happily prancing along to her long-stepped pace. The moon shone upon the rolling green as though it were trying to defeat the power of the sun. It’s cool phosphorescent glow bounced from the colt’s pelt; from afar, as the owls turned their heads amidst the cover of shadows, he was a fallen star, hovering over the plains.Berule part 4
The softly rolling hills were familiar from the edge of the forest. The occasional sycamore tree was not uncommon. T
Berule, Chapter 3Chapter 3: As the colt's eyes opened from his deep slumber, he shook his head vigorously; leaves scattered in all directions only to settle back down with the others. He looked over to where his mother had lain earlier, but all that remained was a dent in the dead leaves. He frantically nickered for her and swiveled his ears all around. He launched to his feet and trotted around the thick trees, whuffling and nickering for her. She whickered and it echoed around between the trees. He ran in circles around each trunk, following the echo of her vocalization. He found her at the edge of the water where they had first stopped. He gallBerule, Chapter 3
Berule part 2Shadows enveloped their light colored pelts, though the colt’s bright silver continued to display its unique sheen. As their journey began, the three traveled in complete silence. The stallion did not want to offend his lead mare, and the lead mare did not have conversation on her mind. Every few minutes, the stallion took a glance behind him, just to make sure the two were keeping up pace, then would turn back forward and continue. The colt didn’t have a clue what was going on, and thus stayed as close to the mare as he could, brushing against her side with every step. His little ears flickered around, catching a myriad of coloredBerule part 2
Berule, god of the unicornsBerule: The God of the Unicorns Chapter 1: It was a cool, crisp, foggy morning in the spring of 1127. All was silent in the eerie shadows of the mountains and trees. The sun had yet to peek over the horizon but, not all creatures of this mystical time were stilled. In fact, where our story begins, they day is far from young. A young pure white unicorn mare about to foal, was wandering through the thick brambles of the Condrin forest. She descended down the long slope, ducking low under the thorny branches and high stepping over those trees felled by unnatural hands. On the forest floor there were leaves of all colors concealBerule, god of the unicorns
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