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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 vision, running rampant. The childlike ponderer of what the area could become.
"I could find gold! No, I can build a waterpa-wait, A quarry! I can supply the cities with clay, precious metals, and rocks for building materials!"
It would swim in his consciousness like an infection, feeding ideas into a cauldron. Seeing what would stick. Day in and out, the stallion worked the delicacy, mapping the region. The manual labor. However, even in this bliss, within his mind. Doubt would settle in the pits. Why? A land given off a gamble? Oonski could have clearly cut his losses by selling off to a property firm and auctioning off. The Geography was barren of neighboring towns, away from large bodies of water. And limited resources, such as wood and vegetation to cultivate.
"Looky here! Huff n' Puff! How are you!"
"You give me a nickname every time?",
The prior owner would swoop by, floating slowly to greet the Stallion. The pair strolling along the excavated path Wolfbane had forged for easy navigation.
"I see you're hard at work making something out of this place."
"Nnn, it could go a bit smoother but shouldn't complain of free things. Speaking of, care to tell me 'why' you were willing to give this up? This is... A lot of land."
"I felt generous. And it does me no good to expand to an area that would be difficult for me to transport goods. I run a small staff and network of exports, we'll run thin."
"Right, Right."
"Fine with me, I'll take it back~"
"Nono, I won it fair and square."
The days grew longer, the seasons coming and going, a single soul carving away one rock at a time manage to construct a small Quarry. But little did Wolfbane knew this would be the moment the trajectory of this land, the new possibility would be rendered to a full halt. It was a normal day, transporting a now empty cart from his home in Canterlot. Pickaxe in his maw, he begins walking down the winding spiral of the mountain in the desert. He carves away, chuck after another of rocks littering around his hooves until a singular Crack He falls from a height in which many would see Death awaiting them. A heavy body colliding against walls of stone before the world fell dark. For hours. Only the faint beating of a heart he heard in his ears. Body sprawled and laid against something of a mix of ivory and soot. The once snowy pelt down matted in dirt and grime. "Nn... Ugh." Staggering in a limp, it seemed otherworldly where he fell. A Hallow cavern? Cold like a tundra within its own ecosystem, onlooking slowly up to the opening he fell through. Awestruck this cavern was massive in grand scale. Something similar to the geography of the Old World he roamed as a small colt. Yet, upon carefully limping his way through the labyrinth, he witnessed something that ran his body cold. Bodies. Not just flesh of corpses but bones. Miles of them making knolls scattered about. Rusted weapons, skulls, teeth, claws, limbs. All directly pushed towards the mass he was standing on. A obsidian obelisk, enveloped around a tomb of a form of leviathan, claws clutched to something. The spike of cold blinded the smell but, It was difficult to onlook. Only abhorring memories of the war torn state of Evisica years ago. But, he needed to know. Longing to, how long has this been 'here'. So many questions, even guilt just for walking on a grave site. Even in the state he was in, he shuffled his way further down in the dark. Cerulean eyes piercing in the darkness, and the little light from above. His muzzle brushed along the dust, the torn parchments of crumbling cloth. A steel sphere, decorated in insignias, runes, a language all to familiar to him. "These words... Wait, my race was.. Here? Nonono, History books never talked about Equestria. It never existed thousands of years ago, these bodies are... My kind?" His chest tightened feeling a pressure ripped through his chest cavity, the furred withers of his back bristled as if alerted. The energy was thick, strangling. He snarled involuntarily flaring his canines; looking over his shoulder to this singular sphere, protected by bone clawed digits. The vibrating hum, faint in his ears. Beating with long pauses in between. What did he stumble across.. Why were Chulainn's in the thousands slain here were fighting? How did they even, get here?
The days grew longer, the seasons coming and going, a single soul carving away one rock at a time manage to construct a small Quarry. But little did Wolfbane knew this would be the moment the trajectory of this land, the new possibility would be rendered to a full halt. It was a normal day, transporting a now empty cart from his home in Canterlot. Pickaxe in his maw, he begins walking down the winding spiral of the mountain in the desert. He carves away, chuck after another of rocks littering around his hooves until a singular Crack He falls from a height in which many would see Death awaiting them. A heavy body colliding against walls of stone before the world fell dark. For hours. Only the faint beating of a heart he heard in his ears. Body sprawled and laid against something of a mix of ivory and soot. The once snowy pelt down matted in dirt and grime. "Nn... Ugh." Staggering in a limp, it seemed otherworldly where he fell. A Hallow cavern? Cold like a tundra within its own ecosystem, onlooking slowly up to the opening he fell through. Awestruck this cavern was massive in grand scale. Something similar to the geography of the Old World he roamed as a small colt. Yet, upon carefully limping his way through the labyrinth, he witnessed something that ran his body cold. Bodies. Not just flesh of corpses but bones. Miles of them making knolls scattered about. Rusted weapons, skulls, teeth, claws, limbs. All directly pushed towards the mass he was standing on. A obsidian obelisk, enveloped around a tomb of a form of leviathan, claws clutched to something. The spike of cold blinded the smell but, It was difficult to onlook. Only abhorring memories of the war torn state of Evisica years ago. But, he needed to know. Longing to, how long has this been 'here'. So many questions, even guilt just for walking on a grave site. Even in the state he was in, he shuffled his way further down in the dark. Cerulean eyes piercing in the darkness, and the little light from above. His muzzle brushed along the dust, the torn parchments of crumbling cloth. A steel sphere, decorated in insignias, runes, a language all to familiar to him. "These words... Wait, my race was.. Here? Nonono, History books never talked about Equestria. It never existed thousands of years ago, these bodies are... My kind?" His chest tightened feeling a pressure ripped through his chest cavity, the furred withers of his back bristled as if alerted. The energy was thick, strangling. He snarled involuntarily flaring his canines; looking over his shoulder to this singular sphere, protected by bone clawed digits. The vibrating hum, faint in his ears. Beating with long pauses in between. What did he stumble across.. Why were Chulainn's in the thousands slain here were fighting? How did they even, get here?
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