Now light a match, stand back, watch them explode
This was a part of his new role that Fiore slipped into like an old glove. Patrolling was something he'd done throughout his life, his habits of moving from one place to another had him earning food by offering to keep an eye on borders. There were places he had seen with less resources than the herd he lived in now, less horses and even fewer who wanted the hard soldier life. It was them that often jumped at the chance to have him patrol there small bits of land and in return they offered open arms, good food and a place to stay for the night. For a long time, Fiore had come to rather enjoy the life of a stop start who never really knew where he was going. Yet, now he was patrolling a land as its Sergeant that wasn't just a temporary role and he could move on the next day. The young paint couldn't even remember when he had decided to remain! One day he had wandered in, was ushered into some caves by a strange looking spotty unicorn before finding himself in the Worlds Edge, rushed into a fight and now- here he was! Fiore the Worlds Edge Sergeant. Madness.
However, as the days had passed, the flowery stallion had come to understand his new role and the more stagnant life of a herd was growing on him. He began to think that perhaps it wouldn't be too bad to remain here, in the misty embrace of a rather loveable, but small Kingdom. Those he had met so far had been nothing but welcoming! Even through the rough tournament there was a respect between each warrior, even to him, the newcomer.
The day was early and Fiore was making his way to the glass wall that marked the border, his lips momentarily raising to the wind. "Luken?" He hardly knew the colt at all, his face a blur in his mind as he tried to recall previous herd meetings. Either way, the season had changed and Orangemoon had arrived, the Captains had designated them a partner and now it was time to fulfill that task.
Fiore continued walking at a leisurely pace which hopefully allowed the young boy to find him easier.
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@[Luken] + Open!
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| Stallion :: Equine :: 17.0 :: Three Years [Tallsun Born] HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
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 If I Shout and Can't Be Heard,
I Want to be Destroyed at Your Hands</style>
While I Can Still be Called "Me"
'Luken?'
The beckoning vocals of his name were what snapped him from his troubled reverie, and the draft mutt glanced upwards, the large structure of his skull lifting up and pale ears swiveling forward to listen. Who...? Ah. That's right. Orangemoon was upon them, and with it, patrols began. Honestly the young stallion was eager to begin his patrols, his training sessions, because with such active field experience he could better hope to follow in the hoofprints of his father.
Turning his large and cumbersome body to follow the sound of the male who had summoned him, Luken slowly made his way to the Sergeant that beckoned him, steps slow and leisurely, black and white musculature rolling with grace, and holding the slightest visage of a limp. The mark of the Sun upon his right shoulder burnt somewhat strongly, but it had become a familiar ache, a familiar, painful reminder to the quest that he had yet to fulfill. Maybe, just maybe, he would some day.
For now, however... Duty called.
"Sergeant?"
The question escaped the youth's pink-hued lips, a look of questioning curiosity shining within Luken's chocolate orbs. Stepping through the trees and approaching the remnants of the Glass Wall, and with it, the shorter, spotted stallion who he was assigned to patrol with, a smile spread upon the Acolyte's face. His expression showed eagerness, yet understanding. This wasn't a time to play or joke around... This was serious. These patrols promised safety to their herd, to the Edge, and that was never a laughing matter. Still... The colt in him couldn't help but shiver with excited anticipation.
"Fiore, correct?" An ear cocked forward in question. They had never spoken face to face, but had only seen one another in passing. "A pleasure to actually meet you, Sergeant. Er, well... Meet and speak, I reckon you could say." A warm, good-natured chuckle left the depths of the painted mutt's chest, a rumbling, soothing sound.
"So, um... How does one see to patrols?" A possibly idiotic question, but curiosity couldn't help but get the better of him. "Do we simply scout for mischief or trouble?" Because that's what he had always imagined... But imagination and hard, cold facts were two terribly different things.
@[Fiore]
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