strength and honor, d'artagnan, open to plague

strength and honor, d'artagnan, open to plague

Déodat Posts: 174

Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx

12-02-2012, 10:53 PM

His breath unfurled quickly, the vapor swirling and twisting through the air like silver serpents, each new breath devouring the previous. A sheen of white sweat glimmered slick and frothy on his skin, and some droplets cascading down his neck froze like tiny glass beads by the cold dawn air. Déodat slowed to a mile-eating jog, his mind heavy with fatigue. He had pushed himself farther than ever before, but he was in excellent physical condition and was taking the journey well.

The sharp contours of his dark face, as usual, was incredibly void of any emotion, save for his eyes. Cold, confident eyes that were such a deep shade of blue, they could be mistaken for purple at a distance. His velvet lips were pressed into a characteristically thoughtful line as he observed his surroundings with vague satisfaction. He could now understand why his cousin favored Helovia over home. And though he had not seen them yet, the land showed promising signs that unicorns thrived here, along with other lesser breeds, unfortunately. He stepped on a pale pegasus feather in passing, and his lip curled with distaste. But that could simply not be helped. This land would do well, for the time being.

Although the General would not be pleased with a prolonged absence, Déodat intended to reap the benefits that this land offered to him so freely. He was certainly in no hurry to return home, for strictly personal reasons of his own. As long as Déodat returned home with promising new recruits that could be tossed into the belly of war with the rest of them, all would be forgiven.

If he decided to return at all, that is.

For now, Déodat had no intentions of going back. He slowed to a comfortable walk as he weaved through the Threshold, enjoying the dawn's early light that set his ruby horn ablaze in blood-red light.

déodat,