If it's not with you, herd meeting

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If it's not with you, herd meeting

Paladin the Valiant Posts: 153

Deceased

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 15 Years Buff: DANCE

Tamme

#10

01-11-2013, 12:07 AM (This post was last modified: 01-11-2013, 12:08 AM by Paladin.)

I WANT TO FEEL THE PAIN AND THE BITTER TASTE
OF THE BLOOD ON MY LIPS AGAIN</style>

Leaders came and leaders fell. The Foothills seemed more cursed than any herd with faltering leadership, and Paladin knew that he was partly to blame. He had trusted the residents to choose their leaders, and they had chosen one very poorly. Ricochet, the rambunctious bachelor, had been run off, he heard. Archibald was put in place, a decision Paladin believed was strong. The pegasus with the inky eyes had died at the hooves of his charcoal friend, and then his charcoal friend was apparently defeated by the son of his old friend, Silverline.

Paladin had done much the same thing himself when he saw Gossamer squandering the herd and Indy too cuckolded to make an action against his opinionated mate. The black dun had paid dearly. Thick burn scars ran across his left side and down his shoulder, white and crimson mane not able to grow back properly. He emerged victorious, tried to restore the herd, and eventually grew too bitter at the resident's anger at him for challenging Gossamer in the first place.

Then, Smoke had whined about being demoted when Gossamer treated her as an inferior. The disorganization, whining and petulance following his ascension had been enough to give up his leadership in the form of elections. If the herd was that damn opinionated, then they could choose their own leads. And, they had chosen poorly. Regardless, the black dun had a bit of a chip of his heart resting in the hills here, and he found again that he would rather serve. Paladin did not want to be lead; he just wanted the power to bring status to the rolling countryside of the east.

As much as he respected Archibald, the way of battle was acknowledged as a right to leadership. So, as he strode quietly into the fray of new faces, the black dun bowed his head in respect, crimson eyes naturally darting to the dragon. Any intelligent unicorn should know better than to turn their back on the scaly demons, but the bronze thing seemed to be sleeping hard enough to warrant relaxation. The black dun came to stand next to a unicorn mare who reminded him of his own daughter, Ophelia. However, this pearly creature held none of the crimson and devilish marks of his lineage.

When the chestnut mare spoke of a study warlord and her problems, he admired her courage and her the way she voiced her concerns. Unlike the whiners in the Foothills before, she was respectful yet honest. Kindly, he turned his wicked, crimson eyes and nodded to her. "Paladin the Valiant," he introduced himself. "Archibald is a fine warrior and a loyal friend who stood by my side in battle. I never doubted his heart, however, Jackal has shown us through his skills that he is capable of protecting the herd. He has displayed honorably, in the way of our forefathers, that he is worthy of leading."

The Valiant smiled then and turned his gaze to their young leader. "However, some of the questions she asked remain true, regardless of leadership. How do you intend on succeeding where Gossamer, myself, and the former triumvirate failed?" The question was not pointed, not unkind. In fact, Paladin asked with an open mind, eager to hear new ways in which to bring prosperity to a herd.