| Up For Adoption |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17.3 :: 7 |
| Adoptable |
 Argetlam</style>
Argetlam was drawn by the call, the curious Foothills stallion was; perhaps it would provide an interesting oppurtunity to learn of new metal skills. He was always looking for something to increase his ability with metal, and often teachers came from strange places. Curious he was, and so he sought out the source of the yell, and found himself facing a stallion.
The stallion was a very strange-looking stallion, a sort of golden-brown striped white with a mane and tail of ebony. Argetlam prefers his own looks, despite the soot and dirt over his dark stone bodice. He is dappled faintly, and has soft amber eyes, a sweet innocence around him; his mane and tail is tangled, which gives him a slightly dishevelled appearance, but he doesn't care so much about the state of his looks as his mind. While a more simple-minded being, rather slow, he is not dumb (although admittedly not very witty), he still cannot shut out the words of war being shouted at him. Immediately he despises this stallion. War is a terrible thing, and bloodshed even more so. Too many died, too many bled, and it went on for too long. It wasn't fair, it wasn't good. Horses in his homeland had wanted to use him for war, but he refused. For that reason, he was shunned, essentially an outcast, and for that reason, he left to find a home accepting of him.
The Foothills, while quiet, had not complained about his dislike of war and his slight fear of it. It was lucky he was of such big, broad build; most horses seemed to glance off him. But it still hurt, being bitten and kicked and bruised. Argetlam gathered his courage about him. He must stop this, before it escalated into something terrible; something bloody; and he had not heard complaints of leadership. Maybe he hadn't spoken enough, with the leaden tongue he had, but he must speak up.
"I h-have not h-heard complaints from the south." The draft called, still quiet with his deep tenors. "You should not spread rumors where there are none to be found." Argetlam continues, and with a sad shake of his head he turns, and slips away from the herd, back to home.
[exits]
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