This new land, oh, the potential it bore. Untouched by civilization. Wolfbane was eager to find newfound discoveries. Even went out of his way to purchase equipment, some vital, others not so much. Along the travels afar. His caravan of tools and gizmos alike, from Canterlot to the brink of the desert. A nod and off he goes, digging away into the hours of dawn even at the peak of the sun ablaze in the sky. It was no particular 'what' he would find. It was the curiosity getting the better of his ...

The weather was tumultuous; no need to work in the freezing wind, pulling a trolley of rocks from the excavation site back to Canterlot. A contentful swoon, cemented in the sea of pillows and blanket fur pelts as the stallion began to write in its journal. Hunkered down in the back of his carriage, the fire pit crackling close by. "Never been a stallion to gamble. But you can say, the gods pulled in my favor. I was on vacation in Baltimare, no real reason behind it. After coming back from that ...

Note:[/size] Months had passed, the seasons briskly going in the time of your last arrival. And whilst your desires to find closure were more potent then ever, it seemed times you would take conference in meeting- The stallion, Wolfbane was nowhere to be seen. Afterall, it was never difficult to spot a barreling white coated stallion with a pompadour-esque mane. But your spirit deemed to be unwavering. So time and time again you come over to check, until one fateful day. You notice something ...

[br] Time had come to past since your last visit, which that exodus left several questions left unanswered. Yet with your obstinate meddling, you returned. Just as the prior path you walked before was still fresh in the banks of your retrospection, you would only hope that your inquisitive mentality would not vex your guide. A 'click' of hooves scuffled along the cobblestone of the bridge as the Atrium's distance drew near. Course, in your greeting it seemed that the Quilladon was absorbed in a...

[br] Along the empty, dark, and long hallways of the Corridor, bared of dark marble columns enriched of the Earth's dust that kissed its stone. Clothed in elder hunter green vale that were refined of their antique age and smelled of rustic pine, as well, a scent that felt... Other worldly. The whistling howls in the cool cambering Shiloh of what Wolfbane would claim as his studyhall. Far from the grand library of Canterlot, assuring to keep its distance from the hierarchy; Day in and out, for m...