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06-21-2015, 04:15 PM
Spotless orbs catch sight of a dual-colored stallion moving towards him at slow pace. The dark stallion notices the babe cradled against his breasts as he continues his pace towards them. Behind his ass, a leonine tail sways much like Caleb's and upon his brow, a deformed horn has grown, proving that the stallion is a unicorn. He is short, much shorter than looming Caleb. The hybrid wonders if perhaps his personality will make up the lack of height. He halts an appropriate amount of space away, his voice erupting into the silent air. Respectfully, chrome-marked cranium is dipped in awcknowledgment, a greeting. His questions Caleb, appropriately, but also peculiarly.
What does he seek? He seeks mares, a herd, amulets, jewels, more mares. A ghost of a smile, guarded and revealing little, traces his lips, jaw opening and words spewing forth, answering the question how he knows he should. "I seek to join the Aurora Basin and serve as a warrior." His voice is a deep, thick, dulcet, a crescendo of tones and notes that compose a seductive lilt meant for no one in particular.
The beast of a stallion stays quiet for only a minute before releasing more information about himself. "Around Helovia, I am known as Caleb." Here, he is known as Caleb, yet before Helovia, he had many names and titles. Some titles were accurate, like the Beast, or the Frozen, but others were plain ridiculous. Either way, he would now only introduce himself as Caleb, if this stranger wanted to add some strange tag, he could, though it would most likely not stick. None of the other names had truly stuck around. "What are you called?" He inquires, part of him genuinely curious.
ooc: @[Ashamin] bayleerivero3
What does he seek? He seeks mares, a herd, amulets, jewels, more mares. A ghost of a smile, guarded and revealing little, traces his lips, jaw opening and words spewing forth, answering the question how he knows he should. "I seek to join the Aurora Basin and serve as a warrior." His voice is a deep, thick, dulcet, a crescendo of tones and notes that compose a seductive lilt meant for no one in particular.
The beast of a stallion stays quiet for only a minute before releasing more information about himself. "Around Helovia, I am known as Caleb." Here, he is known as Caleb, yet before Helovia, he had many names and titles. Some titles were accurate, like the Beast, or the Frozen, but others were plain ridiculous. Either way, he would now only introduce himself as Caleb, if this stranger wanted to add some strange tag, he could, though it would most likely not stick. None of the other names had truly stuck around. "What are you called?" He inquires, part of him genuinely curious.
ooc: @[Ashamin] bayleerivero3
