are you blessed or bleeding?

[OPEN] are you blessed or bleeding?

Ricochet the Incendiary Posts: 133

Deceased

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.2 hands :: 5 years Buff: BULK

Blu

11-10-2013, 10:58 AM (This post was last modified: 11-15-2013, 10:52 PM by Ricochet.)

Guns came back, naturally. No matter the rage of his master, he would not dare stray for too far or too long.

Brother.

His head shot up, the lines of his neck carved rigid, teal eyes seeking out the one who dared to lay such a name to him, born of pure blood and law. Upon setting eyes on the perpetrator, his hardness softens to a certain gruffness. “Brother,” Ricochet greets the stranger, not offering a smile but not scowling either.

The stallion carefully sizes him up, like a butcher does the meat he is to cut. At his side, Guns wags his tail cheerfully, red tongue lolling out from his sharp-toothed jaws. Unlike so many of the beasts that had come to harry him and bother him before, this stallion was built pure, rough-boned warmblood standing several hands taller than him. Rain had turned his color near-black, patched haphazardly with a steel gray, but color mattered not. The fact of it was that this was a stallion of potential, unaffiliated by horns and wings, and he knew the name of Nieque.

“If you mean Nieque, the first of our kind, then yes.” Ricochet rumbles, his steely words tempered with curiosity. “I was raised in Isilme.” Not only raised in Isilme as a common boy, but one taught and trained by his sire, Gunslinger, the Unbroken who had died at a shade’s hooves.

“And now the question is, do you believe in the strength of our race?” He didn’t waste words on the unnecessary. This Isilme boy should know that he was speaking of Nieque, their forefather, their untainted blood, and the purging of the diseased and changed.