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03-14-2013, 03:24 PM
The dark bay stallion walked through the Threshold once again. His goal was to find a horse willing to join him and follow him back to the Assassins were he would take it to meet Ignita. He needed to find someone to come with him. He told her that he would. A loyal member would never break a promise. He had promised to help recruit more into the Assassins so that they could fore fill their plans. They could not do that with only four members.
Scents of helpless unicorns , pegasi, and equines stung his nose. Poor desperate things… They just wanted a home… It made him sick. A fresh scent came to the steed’s nose. His dark blue eyes rolled as he trotted off to go find the horse that had found its way over to Helovia. A chocolate colored figure crossed his vision. “Oh fuck. Time to act all nicey nice.” He though. Putting on a fake smile that felt awkward on his face, he walked over. It was a mare. A filly equine.
“Hello and welcome to Helovia. I am Tonka and a proud member of the Assassins. May I ask why you have come here?” It was torture. He hated this nice act and did not know how long he could keep it up for. To keep his mind off of this for a minute, he started to observe the mare. Her pelt was the color of the dirt beneath his hooves and she was quite small. Small enough to make him bend his massive just to get a good luck at her golden eyes. Despite her small frame, she did have a very nice build. Muscle was bulging from her body. Perfect for an assassin. He then took in a whiff to record the scent of the mare. She defiantly did not have a place home. She reeked of the forest, unlike him who had the nice and clean smell of a snowy atmosphere. Tonka would get the mare to come with him.
Scents of helpless unicorns , pegasi, and equines stung his nose. Poor desperate things… They just wanted a home… It made him sick. A fresh scent came to the steed’s nose. His dark blue eyes rolled as he trotted off to go find the horse that had found its way over to Helovia. A chocolate colored figure crossed his vision. “Oh fuck. Time to act all nicey nice.” He though. Putting on a fake smile that felt awkward on his face, he walked over. It was a mare. A filly equine.
“Hello and welcome to Helovia. I am Tonka and a proud member of the Assassins. May I ask why you have come here?” It was torture. He hated this nice act and did not know how long he could keep it up for. To keep his mind off of this for a minute, he started to observe the mare. Her pelt was the color of the dirt beneath his hooves and she was quite small. Small enough to make him bend his massive just to get a good luck at her golden eyes. Despite her small frame, she did have a very nice build. Muscle was bulging from her body. Perfect for an assassin. He then took in a whiff to record the scent of the mare. She defiantly did not have a place home. She reeked of the forest, unlike him who had the nice and clean smell of a snowy atmosphere. Tonka would get the mare to come with him.
