| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
The smooth green slopes of the Foothills were a welcome change from the claustrophobic cage of the forest, and Murdock thoroughly enjoyed the unbroken view of the sky. So far, herd activity had been low as everyone got settled into their new home. He had been given nothing in the way of an assignment, and though eager for some work he had remained patient. There was much of the Foothills he had not seen yet, and like the childish creature he was, he had busied himself with exploring. The weather had been characteristically pleasant for the season, apart from the occasional rain that washed down the sleek grey sides of the mountains to nourish the land. The vegetation was bright and healthy, and it provided a more than satisfactory meal.
A swift, clear call caught Murdock’s attention as he grazed, and he lifted his head toward the sound. In the distance, he could see the pure white form of Ophelia, who was soon joined by other members of the herd. Something about seeing all the members of the Grey gathering about their leader excited him, and he wasted little time in setting his course for the gathering. Perhaps they were going to see some action, after all. The wind tore through his mane as he broke into a swift lope, pale wings held tight against his side as he descended the slope.
He slowed his pace as he neared them, looking about at those who wandered closer. There were both those he recognized and those he had never seen before among the gathering, but his gaze drifted up toward Ophelia where she stood at the head of the group. He joined the crowd soundlessly, stepping up closer to their leaders to hear their words. A strange buckskin stallion stood at Ophelia’s side and Murdock fixed him with a scrutinizing gaze. Threats poured from the assassin’s mouth, and Murdock thought him awfully brave, or perhaps stupid, as he was foolish enough to act so rashly amidst such a group as the Grey.
An entertained smile met his lips as he watched ‘Tonka’, his wings settling against his sides as a gentle wind blew across his face. Other members of the herd gradually joined them, slowly making their way toward the congregation from whatever duties had held their attention. Each one of them, like the faithful creatures they were, volunteered themselves for the mission. Murdock, as well, offered a curt nod to Ophelia, but no words left his lips. He would go if he was needed, of course, and he looked forward to serving his new family in whatever way he could.
One mare, a silver bay with violet dusting across her back, spoke up about the God of the Earth. She had taken council with him, and she addressed the herd to speak about their meeting. Murdock had never met a God, though he imagined they were rather impressive and possibly quite frightening. He listened quietly as the mare spoke, digesting her words, though he could not piece together their meaning. First the ‘threat’ of the assassins and now an enigmatic warning from the Earth God? Murdock smiled faintly, shifting his weight across his hips. Perhaps this day would turn out interesting, after all.
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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Assassins Fall, One by One [Tonka|Foothills herd meeting]
