| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 10 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 16.3 :: 5 :: Tallsun HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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'This town..' Des thought with a mental grumble. Folks always scurry'n this way and that, never really gettin' anything done. He had tried to step in a few times - help them out an' all - but it had never really stuck. Maybe this Helovia wasn't the stop for him. Even so, Des wasn't a quitter. He'd do his time here, make sure that he'd done what he was sent to do and then...if nothing bade him stay, he'd pack it up, and disappear into the wind.
Today however, was not a day to work. Today was a day to get some of the grime and dust off'a his coat.
Sauntering with his casual gait, the skinny mustang made his way towards the water. The sand was hot upon his hooves, but he didn't mind that much, they'd be cooled off just as soon as his hooves hit the surf. The thick tangle of hair that trailed down his spine shivered in anticipation, as the dusty seal-bay entered the waters. With a sigh of obvious pleasure, he sloshed his way in up to his belly, allowing his legs to acclimatize to the chill. Just as he was about to fully wade in, a piece of driftwood scooted by, almost knocking right into him. Dancing out of the way, Des's green gaze followed the wood curiously, noting something particularly shiny upon it.
Mayhap a diamond, like from that mine.' He thought, following the wood to where it came to rest upon the shore. But it wasn't a diamond - not near shiny enough. Whatever it was, it seemed solid enough, and was glowing to boot.
"Huh." he grunted, raising his head to peer around, but seeing no one. "What in the hell are you?" He inquired, pulling his body from the waves and striding onto the beach. His tan muzzle lowered towards the small sphere, snorting and sniffing to try and decipher its purpose. Lowering his head further, he cocked an ear next to it, to see if it was making any noise.
Wishlist; dragon.
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 HP: 63
Desperado,
why don't you come to your senses,
you've been out riding fences,
for so long now.
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[DROP] Who can sail when the winds won't blow [SS Drop]
