| Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17.0 :: Three Years [Tallsun Born] HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Sparrow |
'Ah, look! There's Destrier's son and daughter!'
The echoing of their father's deep voice is what caused Luken to snap his gaze away from his sister, chocolate eyes immediately catching the ebony stallion as he approached. Always majestic, Destrier was; long crimped strands of his mane simply accentuating the hard-packed muscle and raw strength that came with the Friesian breed. Their father was a remarkable stallion, one that Luken was proud to call 'dad', and one day he hoped that he could follow in such formideable steps. Pale ears swiveled forward and Luken stomped a hoof in excitement, just as eager as his twin sister to see their father. They were a close-knit family, even moreso now that Tor had gone...
"Father!" Luken exclaimed, bolting alongside his sister towards the dark mass that was their father. Through their bond of twin-hood Luken could feel the excitement that radiated off of Laila's dark body, which contrasted so sharply with his own pale one in the new morning sunlight.
Somewhere, in the darkest recesses of Luken's mind where he only rarely traveled, he is envious of the similarities between Destrier and Laila. Oh, no. He could never be angry at, or hate them due to their physical features, but sometimes he felt as though he is the one left out... They are both dark and beautiful in their own ways, and he, a pale contradiction. It was obvious that he took more after their mother, the pale canvas of fur marred only by a few splotches of darkness... But, it also strengthened the resolve that he felt. Where one could look at Laila and immediately see her resemblance to Destrier, Luken knew that they would look upon him and see Tor. No. Luken would fight and make a name for himself, so one day, those of the Edge and beyond could look at him, and proclaim with pride that he is Destrier's son. One day...
Until then, however, Luken was content to act like the foal that he still was. A yearling, yes, and of course he had greatly matured... But he would always be a 'father's boy', striving to make him proud. It was obvious that he was like that since his early years, when he would clumsily attempt to mock his father's high-knee prance.
Like his dark sister, Luken rushed to their father's form. A pale, pink-hued nose stretched out, desperate to make contact with his father's own muzzle. Safety and love is what he would always associate with Destrier, with enough power to make enemies tremble at his feet... But with his children, always so tender.
They settle down as one, the twins calming in their exhueberant excitement and instead listening to their father speak with keen ears. Listen and do as you're told, they had learned. Destrier asked just why they yearned to be protectors, and Luken turned his head to his sister, glancing into her chocolate eyes as she spoke. Yes, that was it entirely.
"We want to stand in the way of oncoming danger and protect innocents with our lives," it was a noble ambition, but the truth. As a warrior, Destrier would probably understand that, despite the fact that they were his children. "It will be dangerous, we know... But we're ready to take that risk. We are ready to defend our home, and our family's honor. For aren't they one in the same?"
LUKEN
One Day, I Shall Walk the Path of the Righteous
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