A New Crafter; Apollo, Open

A New Crafter; Apollo, Open

Apollo the Merciful Posts: 251

Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 11 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Zola :: Black Cat :: None Sparrow

06-15-2013, 10:26 PM

Needless to say that the sudden outburst from Antheia took Apollo by surprise. He took a step back, honey-brown eyes widening by her sudden strike of fury. While he himself detested fighting, he would fight to the death for his very family. Still, the young ebonite filly seemed to come back to herself and apologized, which earned a soft exhale from the Earth Medic's nostrils. Goodness... His wits were going to end soon, as he honestly wasn't sure what to say or do.

"There is no shame in honorable battle, good miss," Apollo responded with a tilt of his head, which sent the crystalline horn upon his head slightly askew. "Like you, I detest fighting for everything that I am, but I have shed blood in the name of the Grey. Yet, I do not fight because I enjoy it; it's actually quite the opposite. I hate fighting, and hurting others, and causing others pain and suffering. I only fight because I love my family too much to not protect them." Here, Apollo tilted his head further, his tail giving a slight flick. "Would you not defend your loved ones with your life?"

It was strange, the stallion had realized in that moment, just how much he had changed since coming to Helovia and making a name for himself in the Grey. Idly he wondered just what Andreas would think of him now, if they were to cross paths again. Gods protect you, my dear sister, he prayed, Maybe we'll meet again soon.

Giving a nod, the stallion smiled. "If this life isn't of your fancy, good miss, I can easily just escort you to another herdland. There's three others here in Helovia; the World's Edge, the Dragon's Throat, and the Aurora Basin. However... I fear you would do no better in the Basin, for some of their members are racist and cruel to those without horns. The World's Edge might be a suitable place, if you wish to live a peaceful life. Lady Mirage is quite honorable I hear, and does not make her mist-dwellers fight." Straightening his posture, Apollo smiled. He wouldn't beguile Antheia for whatever choice she picked. A life as a mercenary, peace-fairing or not, could be extreme and uncertain.

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