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11-17-2012, 09:30 AM
The mare speaks words of what sounds like a pleasing place for him. "It would be quite interesting to join your band. I would be no help in the spy category. Fighting is my life." A nod came from the painted stallion. Hototo. It was a nice name. Easy to say, yet not common at all. She then spoke about a god. The words struck his mind heavily. Which God? A short and raspy chuckle slithered from his maw. What a little cute. The foal thought it was the bear, Eyton. He decided it would be best for Ktulu to tell her son... not him.
The unwanted mare set loose aggravated and excluded. Why would he be kind to a rude mare? He wouldn't He let her passed presence escape his simple mind. He narrowed down the foals options to The Earth God. The Sun God had been banished, The God of The Spark... who liked him? The Moon Goddess was.. well a goddess. The Earth God had a warm smile. Who would you choose?
He wouldn't be this talkative in a while. He was a quiet thing, only using his voice for a few various reasons.
Still quite malicious looking, but not on purpose. It was his natural stance. The feather in his mane is only peaceful to those who didn't know its history. The symbol meant war, but also much more. Loss of hundreds of riders, killing thousands, and it also meant one of the best. He sired many foals, but only two survived and they were in war, living up to his expectations and trying to overcome his feather. A slight smile encased his maw, but went away rapidly.
The unwanted mare set loose aggravated and excluded. Why would he be kind to a rude mare? He wouldn't He let her passed presence escape his simple mind. He narrowed down the foals options to The Earth God. The Sun God had been banished, The God of The Spark... who liked him? The Moon Goddess was.. well a goddess. The Earth God had a warm smile. Who would you choose?
He wouldn't be this talkative in a while. He was a quiet thing, only using his voice for a few various reasons.
Still quite malicious looking, but not on purpose. It was his natural stance. The feather in his mane is only peaceful to those who didn't know its history. The symbol meant war, but also much more. Loss of hundreds of riders, killing thousands, and it also meant one of the best. He sired many foals, but only two survived and they were in war, living up to his expectations and trying to overcome his feather. A slight smile encased his maw, but went away rapidly.
