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09-06-2016, 12:40 AM
The stallion found himself in the Threshold once more, not terribly long after Gaucho's death and his successful recruitment of Horus. This time, his demeanor was much different. The large wings were held loosely to his sides, drooping down towards the ground. The regal head, usually held so very proudly, was lowered. His steps still had a purpose, true. But it was painfully obvious the stallion was grieving. Gaucho had been a dear friend, and his loss resonated through the Guardian. Not long after Sikeax's rise to power, he had gained a promotion. No longer was the liver chestnut a mere warrior and soldier of the Throat. He was now a Guardian, with rank magic gifted to him. With a mere stomp of his hoof in battle he could rattle the ground, albeit lightly, and throw his opponent off balance. He had yet to use this rank magic of his but couldn't wait to do so. The wind shifted, bringing with it the scent of an unknown horse. He readjusted his posture, wings clasped against his sides and held held regal and high. His massive height could be quite intimidating, so he attempted to lower his head while still keeping it upright. Following the source of the scent with large strides, he soon came upon a beautiful pegasus mare. He rear was jet black, and her front was a pearly white. He had never seen a mare with such unusual coloring. Stepping closer to the mare, he let out a soft nicker. "Greetings, madam. I am Hector, a Guardian of the herd Dragon's Throat. May I be of assistance?" He lowered his head towards her level, fiery orange eyes gentle and kind. Leonine tail behind him swished across the ground, the bright orange strands touching the grass. Wings automatically unfolded slightly to increase his proud posture as a guardian. Text. "Speech." |
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
