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S Y N D i C A T E

I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR SIN.
your littlest sin.

Thick, looming jungle. It was all the stallion could see, and his nares flared for a moment, his head swinging from one side to the other as he glanced around, trying to tell which way he had come from, but it was useless. Of course. The ex-mercenary in the lands that he knew nothing about was lost. Oh how ironic. The beast's skin crawled for a moment, not liking how paranoid he was about the whole situation before he shook his head rapidly and pushed the feeling to the back of his head. They wouldn't find him here in these lands. Not even he had known about the place until he'd nearly faceplanted over a hidden root (thanks to being lost in his thoughts and not watching his step).

This place was strange, he could feel it, and his skin crawled again, the prickling chill running down the length of his spine to his short tail. Syndicate didn't like knowing where he was, and he was definitely in over his head. It was better to be lost knowing that those that were hunting for your head would be lost all the same, but regardless, he didn't fancy running into someone in this tangle of trees. Though Syn had the faintest idea right now that the only eyes on him were from a few nearby monkeys loitering in the trees with nimble fingered hands and prehensile tails.

Carefully, Syndicate stepped through the foliage, feeling it brushing and rubbing against his feathered pillars as he stepped, his mismatched eyes half hooding, the kohl rimming them standing out quite nicely on both the bay and white sides of his face. Strange. So strange. His lips pursed, and his ears tilted on his head as he moved on slowly, taking the time to observe his settings as his training had pounded into his skull. It would be extremely useful if he wanted to survive, and survive he would.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/1z3nvuw.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 400px;] Jungle flashed below the buckskin mare as she skimmed just about the tops of the trees. Massive black brown wings flapped on either of her sides. Wind whistled through each of the feathers as she glided for a few moments. Her dark eyes where closed in rapture as she flew. There was nothing she loved more then flying. And the Ulysess Jungle was the perfect place for flying. Hardly any other animals where around other then a couple monkeys moving around in the trees and a crow that flew next to the mare. When the mare spotted a small break in some of the trees, she angled her wings and moved towards it. She circled above the opening twice before slightly tucking her wings and dropping towards the ground. Her left wing clipped a branch on her way down, causing a monkey in the tree to call out and jump over to the next tree. With a jolt and a snort, the mare landed on the semi soft ground. She took a few steps forward to balance herself then folded her wings against her side. Snorting, she started walking into the jungle. Her hooves landed with precession and she hardly made any noise against the ground. Every so often a few of her feathers would rustle with her movements or if she brushed against plant life. With a loud caw the crow that had been with her before came bursting through the plant life and landed on her right wing. The mare chuckled softly before becoming silent. Her dark rimmed ears pricked forward as she scanned the area around her. There. With a soft snort, she started towards the other equine she had seen. She moved carefully, making sure she had an escape route if the situation so called for one.

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