A femme stumbled a little, she was scared, odd sounds sounding from these woods. she had never seen such huge tree's before, and such different plants, that she had never seen before, if it where not for the weird and scary sounds eminating from them, then she would have been in awe.

Alice was in a horrorland, she realized once she finally came out of the dark huge prehistoric jungle. The lake she came to was steaming hot, and though it felt good, the bubbling water made her nervous. And she didn't want to turn around and go back through that horrible forest.

if she could just go back, and not fallow that rabbit. to not turn off the direction she was headed. If only. if you could only change your decisions, that would change one simple disaster.

One simple thought, one single step, could change a whole future, maybe leaving it in ruins, or maybe making it bliss. She wondered what her choice had brought her too. Was she to live in Bliss, Or walk a path of Disaster?

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=height,688,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/jsewld.png,true] The mist swirled in a particularly agitated way, as the large stallion moved through the mess that was his home. A faint tilt of his head was all that was noticeable as his eyes gazed over his land, attempting to figure out what was disrupting the serenity of his home. What was causing the lands trapped in time to become some . . . aggressive? For indeed, he would call these desperate acts to grab his attention as just that - aggressive. He moved in the direction in which the land was urging him, and only then did he pick up the faint scent weaving it's way through his jungle, and his eyes narrowed. Not one of his herds member, they knew the risk of walking in the jungle, especially with out him close enough to ensure their safety. He wasn't the only predator of these lands, and many of the others are far worse then he. He might have a bit of a violent streak . . . but nothing compared to the monsters he kept around as friends. His ears perked as he followed the scent, relieved to note that the longer he followed, the stronger it was getting, so he could be certain he was approaching the one who'd left the trail. His gaze swept over the land slowly, as he trotted out of the heavy foliage, stopping to see an unfamiliar female form ahead of him, the only clue that his earlier assumptions (that the scent was that of an unknown female) to be true. He approached with enough of a click of hoof on dirt and rock, to announce his pretense. "Good Evening, Traveler.

[/color]" The King called out to the femme, "I'd step away from the water's edge, if I were you. That water is so hot it can boil a horse alive. Wouldn't want you falling in." He declared, his mix-match eyes on the female, "I am Áedán, king of this land, of Avalon. What brings you to my terrain?"

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