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Here's Nuada, an old character of mine! Some of you may remember him from my other account as a foal. He's chaned up some, but essentially the same. He's part equine, bull, cheetah, and of course peacock.

Continuation of:

Referenced the mare to the left: [link]
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Nuada looked at the small pinto mare, contemplating how to begin. There was so much to say, so much she needed to know, so much she needed to share. The mare's eyes were wide in fright, like most others that saw him. He was used to it after the years of such reactions, but deep down it did still hurt him. He had never met another like himself, and he had long since given up finding out. He could survive with not knowing, so that's what he did. The survival of his realm, however, might not be so fortunate if this encounter did not work as it was meant to.

"Who are you?" the mare asked softly, and he thanked the stars it hadn't been 'What are you?' How he grew weary of that question. He paused for a beat before answering.

"I am called Nuada and I am the caretaker/unofficial lead/what have you of this forest," Again he paused, though this time it was indecision that held him back rather than just nerves. "That is why i called you here." He watched the comprehension grow in those blue eyes made bluer by the glowing crystals that hung in the cavern. He half expected her to bolt, but she stayed. Things would go better if she heard him out of her own will rather than learn the stories through force. That was one of the reasons he had chosen her after observing several candidates. When she didn't press for answers on how he sent the 'call' or the obvious 'why me' and 'what's this for' questions, he continued. "It has come to my attention that the humans are growing curious of what lies in the forest. They bring in more and more equines who sense the otherworldliness of the forest, but they are unable to learn the secrets. That ignorance could get them killed. You are here so I can tell you the stories so that you may pass them on, keeping them and the humans from that which poses the most danger."

"Fine, I'll hear you out. Fire away."
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The two spent three nights and four days underground, teaching and learning the rules and legends of the area. Finally, Nuada would give up no more secrets and Switch could think of no more ways to reword her questions to get answers. The stories took her back to when she was younger, always looking for adventure. She had accepted that wasn't her life, but now the old dreams were being realized. Her eyes shone with excited energy, but Nuada felt even older than he had before. He knew he was just spreading knowledge so that the relative peace may continue, but it felt like an elder passing on their last valuable knowledge before death.

Nuada wasn't even sure he was mortal.

The large stallion walked noiselessly alongside the mare as he led her out, her hooves seeming all the louder as they struck the dirt and stones. It was when they reached the end of the caverns that Switch realized she didn't know which direction home was. She glanced around the snow dusted hilltop, bare but for a ring of white birch tress, before turning to confess the situation to Nuada. When she looked into his river-polished-pebble black eyes, though, the world fell away as she blacked out.
--

When she can to she could see fences just beyond a layer of evergreens. She didn't feel right, though that could be due to a number of things. The lack of proper food, staying below ground for so long, an after effect of the blackout like what happened when she got tranquilized while on long drives. She didn't dwell on it- there was too much to tell the others, too many thoughts about the dream-like time that was the last few days.

Description
Here's Nuada, an old character of mine! Some of you may remember him from my other account as a foal. He's chaned up some, but essentially the same. He's part equine, bull, cheetah, and of course peacock.

Continuation of:

Referenced the mare to the left: [link]
---
Nuada looked at the small pinto mare, contemplating how to begin. There was so much to say, so much she needed to know, so much she needed to share. The mare's eyes were wide in fright, like most others that saw him. He was used to it after the years of such reactions, but deep down it did still hurt him. He had never met another like himself, and he had long since given up finding out. He could survive with not knowing, so that's what he did. The survival of his realm, however, might not be so fortunate if this encounter did not work as it was meant to.

"Who are you?" the mare asked softly, and he thanked the stars it hadn't been 'What are you?' How he grew weary of that question. He paused for a beat before answering.

"I am called Nuada and I am the caretaker/unofficial lead/what have you of this forest," Again he paused, though this time it was indecision that held him back rather than just nerves. "That is why i called you here." He watched the comprehension grow in those blue eyes made bluer by the glowing crystals that hung in the cavern. He half expected her to bolt, but she stayed. Things would go better if she heard him out of her own will rather than learn the stories through force. That was one of the reasons he had chosen her after observing several candidates. When she didn't press for answers on how he sent the 'call' or the obvious 'why me' and 'what's this for' questions, he continued. "It has come to my attention that the humans are growing curious of what lies in the forest. They bring in more and more equines who sense the otherworldliness of the forest, but they are unable to learn the secrets. That ignorance could get them killed. You are here so I can tell you the stories so that you may pass them on, keeping them and the humans from that which poses the most danger."

"Fine, I'll hear you out. Fire away."
---

The two spent three nights and four days underground, teaching and learning the rules and legends of the area. Finally, Nuada would give up no more secrets and Switch could think of no more ways to reword her questions to get answers. The stories took her back to when she was younger, always looking for adventure. She had accepted that wasn't her life, but now the old dreams were being realized. Her eyes shone with excited energy, but Nuada felt even older than he had before. He knew he was just spreading knowledge so that the relative peace may continue, but it felt like an elder passing on their last valuable knowledge before death.

Nuada wasn't even sure he was mortal.

The large stallion walked noiselessly alongside the mare as he led her out, her hooves seeming all the louder as they struck the dirt and stones. It was when they reached the end of the caverns that Switch realized she didn't know which direction home was. She glanced around the snow dusted hilltop, bare but for a ring of white birch tress, before turning to confess the situation to Nuada. When she looked into his river-polished-pebble black eyes, though, the world fell away as she blacked out.
--

When she can to she could see fences just beyond a layer of evergreens. She didn't feel right, though that could be due to a number of things. The lack of proper food, staying below ground for so long, an after effect of the blackout like what happened when she got tranquilized while on long drives. She didn't dwell on it- there was too much to tell the others, too many thoughts about the dream-like time that was the last few days.