Sword less among Pirates(joining)

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[OPEN] Sword less among Pirates(joining)

Daemyn Posts: 45

Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5(Tall Sun) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

Mato :: Caucasian Shepherd Dog :: None Mouse

01-20-2016, 03:00 AM

Daemyn & Mato

Deep inside I know what am worth;
A life of my own

He had been turned away. The stallion had known he could not beat Ktulu, and had fled. There was no glory in it, but he had left. Even if he had won the stallion would never have felt accepted. He had assumed the mare would always be checking on him. What kind of home made you feel like a prisoner? Daemyn wanted no part in that. He was meant to be happy, to come and go as he pleased not questioned every time he left home. Instead he wondered north. He had been told of a herd there and had set his sights that way. He couldn't remember what he had been told of them, but he saw no reason not to trek there and ask for a home. He would do whatever they needed of him. 'Mato, maybe I'm not cut out to be a warrior after all...' The large black and tan growled his disapproval. The fuzzy hound had no problem moving on, especially if it meant snow, but this self pity was ignorant. You see, he was breed for the frigid temperatures of the north, with wide paws and a heavy pelt.

The duo moved on silently through the new lands; they had never been this far north before. It wasn't to long until Mato stalked closer to his bonded's legs. The scent of many horses was rich in the beast's muzzle drawing shifting hazel eyes and quivering ears. His tail rose up along with the hair on the nap of his neck. He felt uneasy for some unknown reason. The stallion moved confidently through the snow until two hulking things emerged from the icy. They were monstrous with glowing red eyes. Mato snarled and lowered his head ready to fight for his master. Instead of leaping at them the things stood still and silent. Curiosity flooded the stallion as his lilac eyes gaze quietly up at the things. "What are they?" His voice was a whisper carried away by the breeze. Shaking his head Daemyn raised his head and called out, hoping these people would be more welcoming than Ktulu. Mato on the other hand slowly crept towards the monster on the right sniffing and stiff legged.
"speaking words."
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Tags/OOC:: Someone that can accept him please <3 @Ashamin

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