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(( Right okay. ))

Still high in his tree, aside the three smaller ones, he'd get to see one flying off, a peasus probably; he didn't get to look at it all that much. Though, something else would get his attention. Yet another pony... only this time that one seemed to have both a horn... and wings. The cape it wore hid everything else, so he couldn't tell all tha much about this individual... not that it really mattered anyway.

Perhaps those were a bit more rare and he never had the opportunity to see one before now. Oh well, that's that. But now what? They were talking about a virus only moments ago? What about it... would they finally head off somewhere or were they simply doing small talk? Was it something comparable to a cold or something new and dangerous?

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A slight smile appeaared on NightStalker's face when he saw the other fillies. But it quickly faded away when he saw the other one struggling with what it's carrying. She said it was alright so he just shook it off. He looked at venom.

"Alright, Im ready..." he said

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(( If you don't mind I'll wait proper time to introduce myself. He's well camouflaged and shouldn't be spotted right away... without proper reason, at least.))

Was she looking at him? Had he been spotted? It couldn't be. He was literally the same color as the tree he was hiding into; if anything, he looked more like a mass of green leafe accumulated in a heap than anything else. He'd remain stiff as a statue... had his cover really been blown?

As he was about to prepare and perhaps get away from here and head back in the Everfree Forest, he'd take not of a very large bird taking off, flying away from the huge tree he was hiding into. The mare cloaked mare would look at the large prey bird flying off.

Oh... so that's what she saw. Well that was a relief.

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(( I really don't want to sound annoying or anything, but would you be more specific on... where that manor is.. how long it's been for them to get there... why are they even going there. Perhaps type more than one line because I'm struggling to understand here. o.o ))

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( Hold on, so this is what I'm understanding... Sooo, now the man's hidding in the tree, watching them and listening to what they say about the virus. He's using camos to help himself not being detected. Now the alicorn, is it Aru? If so, she should be close then, right? And no matter, the man is close to them so the alicorn should be as well.)

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(( RIGHT, okay, I get it now. Makes sense.))

The soldier, still perched up in his tree would pay little mind to that mare he briefely saw, to the return to the three fillies... as well as that other one apparently named "Venom" ... which was somewhat suiting for her very odd looks. As well at that other pegasus named Night Stalker.

He heard them speak about a place named the "Badlands". Obviously, given the name of it, it didn't seem like the type of place those talking pony things would spend their time at. Perhaps a dangerous place like this everfree forest he himself was stuck into most of the time... literally living there, even.

So at this point he'd just wait and listen... would be any development to this whole thing?

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Well now they were ready to leave the place. The three fillies stayed in a group and listened to Venom's warning about the place. It wasn't so dangerous as long as they remained around her, apparently, but Seria had her little share of knowledge on the place as well. Being a fairy from a hidden kingdom, she had heard a lot of the outside world. Fairies in general were well taught... Just that Seria wasn't the type to always listen back then...

Oh well, off they were now. Violet and Seria began to walk and Glady was behind them... once again showing how she had difficulty dragging that big weapon around. The lack of her presence next to the two others would make itself be noticed. The two fillies at the front stopped and turned back looking at their friend. The unicorn and the fairy glanced at each other for a second before looking back at her, seeming worried about Glady.

Violet: Are you sure you're all right?

The earth filly didn't stop moving and kept going, not wanting to abandon.

Glady: Y...Yeah, I'm fine! I said it's all right. Just... stop worrying.

She'd say as she'd manage to join up with them anyway. It already seemed worse than earlier at that as well. The fairy let out another sigh with a shake of the head before she'd decide to go. Glady didn't want to admit it... and Seria was starting to think that the virus had already reached one of them.

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As the party were about to set off in their adventure, a dark brown stallion was peacefully resting nearby, sit, his back agaisnt a tree at around 7 or 8 meters away from all the other ponies. He was wearing a brown colored poncho, black cowboy boots with golden spurs on them. He was resting, face hidden under his old black cowboy hat, hiding most of his black mane.

Althought he was resting, the stallion would suddenly be awoken by a convsersation going on nearby. Not moving a single bit, one of his ear would perk up, listening carefully and taking not in his mind of every single words said, gathering the informations.

*To himself*: ...Virus...

The colt has heard about that virus situation since moons and suns, a silent enemy that already did its tools around him and his hometown. Nowadays, he was but a poor and lonesome wanderer. Adventuring days and nights in a quest to find a way to get out of this shadow that was his life. Because... yes, this stallion was different and he knows it.

As he'd hear the ponies beginning their adventure, from where he was, the stallion couldn't be spotted at first sight since he was sit in the opposite direction than them. He'd slowly take out a straw from his poncho pocket before slowly putting it in his mouth, moving it slowly to left, and then to the right as he'd slowly open his sable colored eyes.

Clearing his throat silently, he'd speak deeply but loudly enough so all could hear from where he was sit.

- An hoard or cows, set on an perilous adventure... Where? In a far and distant land that they heard of it... but never step their innocent and curious hooves on.

He'd slowly get up, stretching his head before slowly reveal himself in front of all of them, head hanging low, hidden by his cowboy hat, the wind... making his poncho wave to the flow of the blowing wind.

- Many wanderers may know the location... by simply looking at their dirty map. But... do they have the simpliest of idea of what they may face or brave throught so the cows can get inside their barn... a thing that I highly doubt so...

He'd finish his line as he'd spit on the ground.

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