Sooner Or Later [Hector, Open]

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Sooner Or Later [Hector, Open]

Hector Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE

Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream

01-12-2014, 05:24 AM

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights

By no means was the chestnut’s intention to wind uncertainty and misplacement into the demeanour of the black stallion; perhaps his manner was blunt or curt, that was not because arrogance strummed the rhythm of his large heart though. Many years had been spent by the giant stewing and brooding over the cruelty of family; the better blood, and their alienation despite his relentless quest to better himself for the sake of their eyes. He was not unfamiliar with the tides of bitterness and inadequacy that spewed without warning into thought and action, but after much practice and still more application, Hector had overwhelmed his demons.

Always now he thought firstly of this family; those who had welcomed his bleeding ego and sour heart without question, and embraced the skills he had sharpened beneath the sensible eyes of his tutor, Chrysos. There had been no doubt glossing their kindness; no slyness masked by their generosity. The orange giant could not replicate that same compassion- it was not a trait engraved through his quite detached being, but he tried all the same to offer some crude comfort to those sharing his home; to pay the grace bestowed upon him forward as best he might.

Windwalker seemed unamused by the droll banter between the friends, and Hector watched him closely like a soldier watching over the townsfolk. There was a gentle simplicity about him, one which the warrior could not truly relate to, but the other asked none the less for a task and that was to be commended while times were so fraught. Certainly, he thought, if The Gallant could not put him to work, two eyes guarding the fort would be of more benefit than one. Midas did speak however, and Hector naturally held quiet- another time perhaps, the raven stallion could take duty. Veci would be on hand regardless of who held firm the entrance.

After the worthy delegation had been proffered, Hector nodded decisively, and his large cupped ears fell towards the newly ranked. "Are you a fighting man?" He asked firmly, his deep voice not reverberating quite so drastically while the outside peeked wickedly in- with cold stone walls surrounding, the soldier’s tone was more like a startling boom amid the nervous trembling of lowered whine. "Have you yet joined the herd’s defence?" Naturally, he thought seldom of the other positions; he was devoted and while respect was given to those studying, crafting, seeing or stealing, his focus was set upon the army.