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09-16-2012, 01:29 AM
Unicorn | Stallion | Ten | 14.0 hands
The pale stallion marched along his new general after the call to battle had been given. Along with him there were three others. Three equines. Three brothers in arms. As they marched he sang songs of war that lifted his spirits, steeled the resolve to fight, foreshadowed the blood that would soon be spilled. He knew not what he was fighting for, only that he had answered his general's call. He would fight and he would bleed for whatever cause it was they were fighting. Should it be asked of him he would die. A white ear tilted in his general's direction, the war songs stopped as the black dun began to speak. The white head nodded, the only other sign besides the tilted ear that suggested he had been listening. He knew well, his capabilities. Her knew the dangers his horn would pose to those taller than him and he knew how to take advantage of it. "O mo Dhia, tha mo dhochas unnad air son gras is gloir, a thaobh Do gheallaidhean, Do throcair, agus Do chumhachd." Dark eyes closed as the small stallion murmured to himself. It ended and the stallion opened his dark eyes to study the ones that had come to meet him in battle. 
Horses: colourize-stock | Breathless-dkBackground: resuregesky: em4nu@flickr.comManip: AquiloniusLupus |
