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[OPEN] To Hell and Back

Caleb Posts: 135
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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10-14-2015, 07:12 PM


He is a man of intensity, brilliance, and strength; he is composed of magnificent things. His hound is similar- loyal and intelligent. Yet her, in the Aurora Basin, he is the lowest form of life, his bitch is regarded with more acceptance. His wings, they draw critical stares from crowds, judgement casted upon him like the golden rays of an Orangemoon sun. Is it worth it? The babes that kept him coming back were scornful towards him now. Their lustrous voices grew with aggression when he lingered. He wasn't sure if he could bare the life Aurora Basin entailed.

Stay... The word floated into his mind, eager and forceful. It had breached his mental barricade. His mind was no longer his own. The stallions silver eyes flared with a vibrant curiosity as he looked down at Henrietta, whom sat facing him with a toothy grin embellishing her lips. How..? He questioned back, unsure if she could hear him, if she would answer, if she even knew the answer. I Caleb companion. His dark brow furrowed at her broken language. They could communicate because they were bonded? He wouldn't question it further. Still, the intimacy of sharing his mind with another was a frightening thought. What did she know about him? Everything, she said. He couldn't fathom a response, stuck on the fact that she knew everything. All those times he had thought about intimacy and progeny and mares? Caleb, whom held a stoic facade, suddenly began chuckling, a deep and thunderous sound, masculine and raspy. Follow, he told his hound (through their bond), as he began walking towards another shadowy figure up ahead.

When they neared, he saw it was the same mare he fought the yeti with. The brute was in little mood to deal with mares that though him to be an imbecilic cretin. Still, he trudged closer to the thick-skulled mare, wondering if she had perhaps changed her mind of Caleb.

At a safe distance away, in case she decided to be irrational and attack or advance in any other ways, he halted. "G'day, compagno." The Italian word compagno wasn't much of a nickname, instead a generic word that applies to many. Comrade. But was she such? She seemed rather salty towards the black stallion, and he wasn't at all sure why. Perhaps such a question would be answered this evening.

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To Hell and Back - by Rhea - 10-11-2015, 06:35 PM
RE: To Hell and Back - by Caleb - 10-14-2015, 07:12 PM
RE: To Hell and Back - by Rhea - 10-18-2015, 12:29 AM

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