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09-12-2012, 12:15 PM
Individually, we are one drop Together, we are the ocean. - Ryunosuke Satoro Paladin knew that his appearance was currently something unappealing, though he was beginning to grow rather fond of his shortly chopped mane. The white band of hair upon his crest rather accentuated the musculature of his neck, and for once, it was never in the way. Crimson was beginning to show on the tips as well, giving two rather evenly colored stripes of white and red along his neck, and after one brief glance in the river, he made note to always keep his mane this short. Much less of a hassle. Even though he had an inkling of an idea that Mirage had been to the Throat as well to gather warriors for her cause, the stallion was not positive on this fact, and he needed to know. A stealth of one of his own was intolerable to Paladin unless done out of fun or a clever game between like-minded herds to strengthen their defenses. So, the stallion went to the Throat to reaffirm allied ties as well as ask why Jackal was absconded with from his herd. He also wondered if he would see his daughters there, perhaps even his grandson? The thought made Paladin smile wearily. Since when had he become old enough to be a grandfather? Out of respect for her leadership, Paladin waited for the leader Kri just inside her boundaries. He could see the Oasis before him and admired the land, though he much preferred the woods of his Foothills. "Kri the Resolute!" he called in his deep, booming voice. His crimson eyes scanned the horizon for the winged mare. "Or a diplomat."  |
