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[OPEN] [FORTIFY/VISIONARY MEETING & LESSON] Good Afternoon, Old Stranger

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Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
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08-27-2015, 08:24 PM (This post was last modified: 08-27-2015, 08:31 PM by Caleb.)



He trotted forth, muscles rippling under ebony fur with each step, cloven hooves digging into the snow. His neck was arched, power seeping from his tense muscles. He looked very on-edge, but it would be an idiot's mistake to ask what makes him so. Though he seems tense about something, everything, it is clear he does not want to talk about it, conveying this through the stern expression palpable on his rugged features. His mouth presses into a hard line as Ashamin comes into view, the painted stallion ankle-deep in the water. The beast slinks towards the unicorn, Henrietta in tow. His ears are prickle backwards as he tries to keep excess noise from his ears, noise that clogs his mind and stifles him, though it honestly just makes him look really pissed off.

When he is in a close enough proximity, words flutter into the sky, they are calm, cold, indifferent, unlike his rather angry looking appearance. "Haruspex," he greets, head dipping slightly as he melts into a walk for a few steps then halts, not close enough to Ashamin to encroach on his personal space. "How do you fare?" He questions, feathered tail lashing out behind him as it always does. Perhaps he was reaching out, wondering if it still hurt, all the injuries Caleb gave him. Caleb himself was still bruised in places. The brute is patrolling, but a short break to greet a friend is acceptable. The last thing he had seen on patrol was a yeti, so he stayed ever vigilant, even during this short break.

The warrior hated standing, doing nothing, hated knowing he could be doing something more useful. He despised horses that didn't pursue anything, hated sitting ducks. His hind leg relaxed, cloven hoof resting on it's pointed tip. Though normally a sign of relaxation, when everything elsa is tense, a relaxed leg doesn't mean calmness, perhaps weariness physically, but mentally he is not relaxed, far from it. There is perhaps two things that could ease this build up of tension, of energy. 1: Sparring. 2: Finding a mare. That would all have to wait tomorrow, and he would bide his time patrolling, searching for intruders, things that aren't supposed to be- intercept them. He'll be the best goddamned patroller ever with all this pent up energy, one nonstop patrol shift.

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RE: [FORTIFY/VISIONARY MEETING & LESSON] Good Afternoon, Old Stranger - by Caleb - 08-27-2015, 08:24 PM

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