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01-26-2014, 02:28 PM
Wind from the world above managed to make its way beneath, drifting strongly through the tunnels. Rigid with a serious face, the breeze billowed a silky mane, cyan orbs entranced in a stare, seemingly burning holes into the stony walls. Arrane had entered these blessed walls for a purpose, marveling firstly at the beauty of the flowing water within the pool. At his initial entrance, his head bowed in a gesture of respect, a prayer of gratitude repeated many times directed to the Earth god. He watched over them like a shepherd over his sheep, always for the well being of the Helovians.
But now, another thought sunk into the white stallion's mind. He wanted to prove himself more than just a warrior. Protecting his herd and those within--even those outside the boundaries. During these dark times, Arrane wanted to guard those helpless against the clutches of demons, and demonstrate himself to the Foothills. It was time to seek to resume a position held in his past. He sought to become the General of the Windtossed Foothills, to make an impact--a difference. The snowy stallion wanted to defend the herd that he'd become attached to with his life. The spirit to guard was strong within his resilient being.
After contemplating silently for a good while, the ivory warrior let out a beckoning whinny. "Chieftan Apollo and Lakota", respectful tones flowed from his mouth, for his leaders were to be esteemed. Audits pricked up the man spoke once more. "I wish to speak with you on important matters", waiting quietly for moments later, the stallion wished they would listen to him. If the position wasn't granted to him, it made no difference to his life in the Foothills. It was something he desired, a dream, but he could continue living if they did not permit him to uphold the responsibility.
But now, another thought sunk into the white stallion's mind. He wanted to prove himself more than just a warrior. Protecting his herd and those within--even those outside the boundaries. During these dark times, Arrane wanted to guard those helpless against the clutches of demons, and demonstrate himself to the Foothills. It was time to seek to resume a position held in his past. He sought to become the General of the Windtossed Foothills, to make an impact--a difference. The snowy stallion wanted to defend the herd that he'd become attached to with his life. The spirit to guard was strong within his resilient being.
After contemplating silently for a good while, the ivory warrior let out a beckoning whinny. "Chieftan Apollo and Lakota", respectful tones flowed from his mouth, for his leaders were to be esteemed. Audits pricked up the man spoke once more. "I wish to speak with you on important matters", waiting quietly for moments later, the stallion wished they would listen to him. If the position wasn't granted to him, it made no difference to his life in the Foothills. It was something he desired, a dream, but he could continue living if they did not permit him to uphold the responsibility.
