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The lively air carried along with it the scents of hundreds, his creative imagination creating gorgeous creatures of all species finding their way through the plentiful forest. Eventually the passing wind died, struggling to carry two newer, stronger scents to the gentle beast. Large white and pink ridged nostrils flared, drawing in deep breaths that rolled from tightening lungs quickly. The air tasted wet with the oncoming season.
Bright eyes glanced around calmly, feeling no need to be worried or strained at all. A slender ivory mare emerged from behind a distant collage of ever greens. Her features clashed with each other, claiming the distinct calling of a definite mutt on her body. Soft down fur draped from her legs, brushing the dirt ground, while her face bent at the elegance of an Arabian. The rest of her body seemed to mimic the -what must have been- Arab side of her genetics. What a strange combination.
She approached slowly, cautiously in a way. This was a natural reaction that the massive male had grown used to, no longer letting it offend him. Truly if he had been a stranger and came across another standing at eighteen plus hands, he too would take caution. The soft grin spread into a smile toward the small mare. She moved closer, "Hello there, Sir." she called to the paint male. The space between the pair closed to a short gap, where the female continued, introducing herself.
The Assassins? As much as his gentle nature rode over his brain, the name of her herd completely turned his stomach.
Imagining such a dainty female actually attempting to
assassinate some one was revolting. Before Atka was even aware that there was another set of hooves coming toward them, he let his jaw drop slack slightly.
"Hello, young lady." He dropped his head in a bowing matter, bright eyes spotting the movement beside him. His crowned skull lifted back high into the air, the smile that lightened his white maw traveled from Accalia to the contrasting male. He was built rather equally, his body matching the rest of his features. White splashes crawled up two of his legs, ending in patchy art work on his belly.
"Greetings, sir, ma'am." The black and white stallion grinned at the pair, though he did not seem very interested in the white mare next to him. Atka nodded at the rest of the Medic's introduction.
"Hello, Apollo. I am Atka." The words, though deep and matching the largeness of his frame, were gentle and inviting.
Earth Medic? Interesting, The male thought to himself, the bright smile fading back into its natural soft grin.
He listened to the duo in turns, the mare speaking before the stallion. Soft golden ears pressed forward, rotating casually to catch the nature surrounding them.
"Yes, Accalia, I am in search of a home. He paused, drawing in an even breath to release with his next sentence.
Apollo, your home sounds delightful." Intrigued eyes switched from each friendly character's face as he responded to each of their questions.
"Apollo, if you don't mind.. what do you do as an Earth Medic, exactly?" His curiosity crawled through his mature brain, creating images of the bi-colored stallion mixing herbs and liquids in order to create a mint scented concoction.
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