where oh where [rico, open]

where oh where [rico, open]

Ricochet the Incendiary Posts: 133

Deceased

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.2 hands :: 5 years Buff: BULK

Blu

02-19-2013, 08:51 PM

Narrowed blue eyes thrust their gaze upon gentle amber ones, trying to decipher the intent behind their stare while calculating their odds against such a massive beast. The dappled stallion had the build of a warrior, that much was obvious; Ricochet just wasn't sure if he was the type to charge into battle or not, a quality that he looked for in many of his recruits.

Allowing his taught muscles to relax, the yellow equine pressed his body into the opening that the other horse had made. Normally the quarter horse would be wary of strangers, but this particular beast was of his own species, so naturally his sense weren't as high-strung in his presence. Ricochet took it as a sign that the shire would be well worth recruiting -- just look at his architecture! -- but he knew that most unclaimed horses roamed the Threshold, and this meadow was certainly not in that realm. Lifting his head to gaze at the northern edge of the rocky field -- causing rivulets of rain to run down his scarred face -- the stallion could almost certainly swear that he recognized the hills there. Were those hills the very ones that he had once roamed on? The Windtossed Foothills where his nephew reigned supreme?

The quarter horse had to be sure of what he was seeing. He feared that he had misjudged the time that it would take to travel to his old home from the very gates of Helovia; if those truly were the wind-kissed slopes that he knew so well, then he had just saved himself many days of wandering.

"What herd do you belong to, gentleman?" Ricochet barely tacked on the gentleman part, his no-business personality subconsciously making his question blunt. The sooner that the stallion found out where this hulking beast came from, the better; maybe he would be his ticket into rejoining the Foothills, too?

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