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 The antithesis of a Unicorn, a Bicorn birthed from chaos incarnate, young but extremely sturdy; blood flowing within it's veins strengthened from those unlucky enough to be gored by it's sharpened horn. A monument to the sin of magics delving into blood and darkness, can utilize the blood of one being to recuperate another. 
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 Along the pathway of the Vrondian Jungle, it would begin to seem more and more like an intoxicating swamp than a peaceful area for overgrowth in flora. Garrett eyed the canopy of the jungle trees, a hunter must first use the resources available to them. A hunting bird was a great companion to have in order to root out dangers that may lurk within immediate to wide-spanning areas adjacent to the individual. Of course, he could not see much above the trees, but the Hawk known as Sera still remained vigilant overhead; Garrett hoped so at least. That would put his mind at ease seeing as the bird was serving it's purpose.

Garrett was not at ease, however, as delving into the jungle just made the stench of a [i]Blight[/i] grow as the retinue progressed. He would quickly make his way to the forefront of the party's convoy atop his steed, Acrid. In his attempt to stop the team to focus their attention toward the current matter at hand; not necessarily important for their mission, but a pressing matter in the wake of danger. Raising an armored hand to point at the [i]Blight[/i]ed Nuxtan tree whilst the other remained tight on the reigns controlling Acrid. It was a disgusting sight, flesh not attached to it's living host, rather attached to a dying tree, a very archaic symbol to discord and death.

He raised his voice to call out to the retinue to gauge them to feel the same way he did about the current situation.

"[color=a0410d][b]Hold![/b][/color]"

Of course he would continue once attention spans were reached by his words.

"[color=a0410d]Corruption. It's toying with nature as we speak. We've got two options you lot. Ignore this and pass this by, or deal with this [b]Apostasy[/b] of nature. This is a sign from a poseur to the incarnation of death. Close to the capital yet devoid from the watchful eyes. Danger.[/color]"

His field of view did not leave the tree and the extent of it's [i]Blight[/i]ing powers. He knew a decision would have to be made that was near unanimous within the retinue, but that did not keep himself from the unease of this obelisk of Nuxta. In fact, he was very uneasy, to the point where his sole grip on the reigns for Acrid were resolute. 

[@Jollan] [@Brithwyr] [@Dread] [@Guy0fV4lor] [@Rai]
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