Stretching his long lithe legs, the sooty red stallion walked through the Foothills, just rising from slumber. He was to begin his normal routine of patrolling after an early meal, then breaking for a noon bite before continuing on another few patrols. He was usually alone, everyone else trapped in their own little worlds. Occasionally he would pull himself from his routine to visit the Threshold and try to recruit, but he preferred sticking to home. Today he woke later than usual, the sun already sitting s throne of clouds. Snorting, the stallion shook early morning dew from his body, the drops spraying around him as he shook.

Placing himself in his usual spot to graze, the stallion begins eating. The lush green Tallsun grass replenishes his energy, and fills him up. He raised his crown in time to see the stallion Solace, standing upon a ledge, morning light reflecting off his coat. Locket smiles as Solace calls out, asking for a spar. Shrugging, the chestnut stallion decides why not, he needed the work.

Striding to the green and grey warrior, the Executioner lets a smile cross his features. "I accept your offer, however I am a little rusty." The stallion admits, grinning as he takes a few steps back, his bushy tail brushing over his hocks. He rushes forward, taking the first move for himself. His lithe body lets him slip through the air with little resistance, but the mass of hair caught the air with its thick tendrils. Locket swerves to the right, tilting his head to swipe at the stallion's neck with his horn, assuming the stallion hadn't dodged away from him. Locket jerked his head forward, slowing his pace to conserve precious energy. Kicking to the side, the rust colored stallion tries to hit Solace's right side, somewhere along the ribs was his target. He continued forward, assuming he was past the steel grey stud by now.

Already small beads of sweat were forming at his neck as Locket avoids slipping off the side of the ledge. He snorts, ears flicked back as he gazes at the stallion, jade eyes flickering toward Solace's pale blue pools. His stance widens as he prepared for his opponents attack, his sooty legs finding trouble as he slid from the morning dew. Locket's nostrils flare as his pale brows narrow.

"talk talk talk"

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