Post by sheatothebay on Dec 23, 2017 9:24:37 GMT -6
Bruneau squinted against the sunlight as he hauled his massive form from the mouth of the Bunker, taking a deep breath of the fresh Onean air around him and his bright colored eyes scanning the landscape around him. Winter had just begun, and of course the Onean winter was harsh, but the cold was not really phasing him, the wind ruffling his tasseled tail and short mane.
The clouds hung heavily in the sky, and Bruneau gave a short snort. It would probably snow any hour by now. But the massive unicorn just allowed his huge feet to carry him onwards. He was truthfully a little lost in thought, having escaped the cluster and crowd of his fellow Vindicators, his family, for a peaceful moment in the cold. As much as he appreciated and loved the wonderful "herd" of Vindicators, the ones who took he and his father in when he was just a young colt, he enjoyed his alone time, or at least the time above the ground.
As he walked, he heard a few snorts and shouts of Cadets playing and romping in the cold, another solider carefully and kindly watching over them to be sure they wouldn't get into trouble. So he just kept walking, his mind empty and his demeanor calm. But his ears perked when he saw another heavyset figure ahead of him, a blue roan exactly two hands shorter than he. Jimmu.
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