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Kaos. The word is one that has haunted Arakh's dreams since he was a boy, since his mother was twisted and torn apart by the foul bone monster summoned by Kaos. It is the bull's most dearly-held desire to be the one who annihilates the heinous beast, and nothing will stop him from accomplishing his task. He will ensure Kaos is killed, or die trying. The Gods will protect his mortal flesh if he is destined to destroy the heathen God, that much he's sure of. If he perishes, then at least he will be reunited with his mother and father. Nothing else matters but this. The meeting about the patrol, then, lands upon eager ears in the form of the young stallion. He's fully-grown now, monstrously sized and powerful, and it does not escape his notice that he's now large enough to look their esteemed Sultan in the eye. Arakh has no real ill-will towards the man, yet it irks him that he's spoken of as such a great warrior when really the only true warlord is Gaucho. Still, the stud's bull-horned head dips respectfully towards their king as he arrives on the scene, his wings folded at his side and his eyes glowing with vengeance. A patrol, hm? It seems Kaos's reach extends further than they'd thought... "Arakh help. Kaos kill Arakh's Mai - Arakh kill Kaos." The guttural, heavily-accented voice speaks up from the crowd, accompanied by a decisive nod of the head. It is sealed - the reaver will march with the Throat, and he will do everything he can to bring Kaos down. |
[ ARAKH ]
