[open] Beating like a Hammer

[open] Beating like a Hammer

Donovan Posts: 11

Deceased

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 :: 13 years

Adoptable

01-25-2013, 07:01 PM

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Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun would never rise
Living another day in disguise</style>

The beast's wait is short, and he feels thankful for it. With all of the training of a fine war machine, the beast centers his weight and prepares, ready to strike and defend--and kill, if the need arise. He was a killer by birth, a pawn in his father's army. He knew the taste of blood better than the taste of grass or water, and it soaked his memory more than pleasure. The draft that approached him now was so perfectly mirroring his memories, winged creatures coming towards him to be knocked down by his skilled hooves. He shut his eyes tightly, while the pegasus was still a far way off, and shook the memory from his being.

Dark, stormy eyes met those of the pegasus--surprisingly kind and warm--and Donovan stood, statuesque, before clearing his throat. "I seek, simply, for the grace and surrounding of a herd." As he spoke, a mare approached. Both of the horses that were with him now were of the draft persuasion, and he wondered if the entire lands were filled with some sort of draft. Donovan, himself, was a large mutt of lighter draft (friesian) and warmblood. Nodding his head towards the mare, respectfully, the war-torn beast spoke again, "The rogue life was been too long." Donovan was used to the safety that came with a herd, and he was used to the service he was able to offer. On his own, he was only defending and fighting for himself, but he needed to join a herd. He needed something else to defend, he needed something to cover the sins of his past.

Blinking, oddly, Paladin floated into his mind. Donovan wondered why his dun brother fogged his thoughts, as it had been over a year since they were last together, but the beast decided to pursue it. "Have either of you heard of a black dun unicorn called Paladin?" The Crimson's son knew it would be a long shot, not knowing if his brother had even made it out of the Tides--but it was worth anything.