In the wake of darkness [open/leads]

In the wake of darkness [open/leads]

Varath Posts: 45

Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.0 hh :: 3 Years HP: 63.5 | Buff: ENDURE

redgod

12-28-2012, 04:28 PM (This post was last modified: 12-28-2012, 04:28 PM by Varath.)

VARATH

But sometimes out of nowhere
There's demented sounds of laughter

Varath watched as a black mare approached, carrying herself boldly and like a leader. Was she the Queen here, he wondered? The colt lifted his neck sharply, the expression in his two toned eyes dark. He held the same look of his father before he had fled the battlefield in Dorngarrow, so many years ago. The colt held hatred far beyond his age, a wickedness that seemed into his very soul, and a darkness that tainted his blood. He was a true prince of his heritage. One of the last sons in a long line of brutality, and he would carry on the darkness of Dorngarrow, though his little hooves had never even seen his grandsire's home land.

The lean colt watched as she neared, ears pricking forward and listening to her words. So she was the queen here, and she was rather pretty. Did she have a king, he wondered? Certainly the dark Deimos whom he had taken to following, shadowing in all the awe and wonder of a child who wanted to be nothing more and nothing less than an exact replica. She asked who he was, and he flicked his growing tail around his hocks (for it only reached so far), and he tossed his head proudly.

With all of his pride and confidence, Varath proved to be a rather handsome and comical creature. Perhaps one day, he would be as great as his ego, but for now, the child was merely amusing. "I am Varath," he replied, his voice deep for a colt's, but still childish. "Grandson of Riekahn the Crimson King." Varath would rather not mention his father who turned against his own kind, and he would not dare mention his mother.