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10-26-2014, 11:13 PM
ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS
come on like a bloodstained hurricane
come on like a bloodstained hurricane
The Dauntless and his bitch have seen more death in this land than most. Some of these deaths were even products of their own hooves and claws, ruled by the command of Mandrake. She was an evil soul, now recognized by the pair, and she was no longer here. Archibald had no one to command him but himself, and he would keep it that way forever more. Only the duty of serving his herd and the love he felt towards his mate kept him from being a completely free agent--but the Dauntless would never completely, truly be tied to anyone else's moral compass ever again.
Standing before all the gods of Helovia, the Dauntless looked down at the grey figure. Her body was swelled beyond recognition, and Archibald only knew two grey pegasi, and neither resembled the one before him now. One was Sohalia, a mare he had met so many years ago in the Foothills, and the other was Svetlana the Stormchaser, with her purple wings, and she was as equally as dead as this pegasus now. This one, with her swollen figure and broken bodice seemed to put more of a fight than the Stormchaser had, her body laced with the remnants of her murderer. Black hairs, barely noticeable or distinguishable from the darkness of her legs littered her body, and some around her darkened muzzle. There was no scent to help these gathered around, for the only scent that hung here was death and decay.
Looking up, the Captain's golden eyes found those of the Earth God. The benevolent being had gifted the Dauntless with so much--a reward and testament to Archibald's apparent and incomparable power, he knew--and it was time to repay him in some manner. Archibald would find this murderer and bring justice to Helovia, justice he could only bring with the experience of others to mingle with his own. He knew his team already--at least two of the members. Ktulu would stand alongside him, and he would use her well. Thor, with his cunning mind so obvious from his recent promotion. Finally, he would let Thor chose their last member. Archibald approved, seeing wisdom beyond years in the eyes of Astraea. "We will not fail you." Archibald looked to his left and to his right, nodding to the three that had gathered with him to find the murderer the gods called for.
[TEAM ATAK:
Archibald the Dauntless
Thor the Gentleheart
Astraea
Ktulu the Constrictor]
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
please tag me
