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Come a Runnin' Baby

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
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déodat,


Déodat wasn’t the type to roam about the Threshold and fish out the crowned newcomers, but with darkness looming he knew the Basin had to be on the lookout for worthy soldiers. His muscles were still partially sore, and roving about wasn’t making it any better. He made sure that the journey had been slow and took his time getting to the Threshold. Of course, this extended the time far longer than he would’ve liked, it had to be done though.

When the icy grips of the mountain faded into the familiar forest, the Blood Prince began his search. Along the way he spotted one or two strangers, none of them of the crowned race. They weren’t worth his time, only the prized blood of the crowned was sought. Not only that, he sought warriors. Every able-body was needed amongst their numbers with whatever evil was about they needed to be prepared to fend it off. Maybe the others just sought members, but the Blood Prince wouldn’t waste his time on weaklings.

Then voices filled his ears and Déodat went to inspect what newcomer had wandered in. He kept within the tree line to observe before he dared approach. Immediately his eyes drifted to the skyrat, and his lips curled back in disgust. Then his eyes drifted to the peculiarly marked stallion, and he noticed the crown upon his head, then the wounds. Memories of his own arrival in Helovia came to mind, but he pushed them away before more memories could follow.

Slowly the Blood Prince approached the crowned stallion, and he only acknowledged the skyrat with a snort. There was absolutely no reason for him to address such a filthy creature. Really he should’ve been ripping out the mare’s feathers and embedding his horn into her heart. “Do you need medical attention?” The Blood Prince asked. He himself knew next to nothing in the art of healing, but there was Lena and his cousin. “You’ve reached Helovia by the way. I am Déodat.” His tone was gruff and didn’t hold any warmth that such words should. It was clear he was inexperienced in the art of recruiting.

"Speech speech speech"

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Messages In This Thread
Come a Runnin' Baby - by Amadeus - 12-27-2013, 05:52 PM
RE: Come a Runnin' Baby - by Irrydae - 12-29-2013, 01:10 AM
RE: Come a Runnin' Baby - by Déodat - 12-29-2013, 03:36 PM
RE: Come a Runnin' Baby - by Amadeus - 12-29-2013, 06:15 PM
RE: Come a Runnin' Baby - by Déodat - 01-02-2014, 06:57 PM
RE: Come a Runnin' Baby - by Abishia - 01-02-2014, 11:33 PM
RE: Come a Runnin' Baby - by Amadeus - 01-03-2014, 02:00 AM
RE: Come a Runnin' Baby - by Amadeus - 01-12-2014, 01:33 AM
RE: Come a Runnin' Baby - by Déodat - 01-13-2014, 08:23 PM
RE: Come a Runnin' Baby - by Amadeus - 01-13-2014, 09:19 PM

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