| Up For Adoption atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: 7 HP: 60.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Teppei :: Giant Panda :: Stormcall
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Locket shivered in the wake of an early Frostfall morning, sighing at the cloud ridden sky that seemed filled with snow yet seemingly dormant for the time being. His belly complained as food became harder to find, the luxury of the warmer seasons felt like a long distant memory filled with juicy grass and glorious sunshine. Long, curly mane fell onto a thicker chestnut coat and the tips of his tail were dragged across the wet ground, the ends clumped together in frozen mud. Dainty hooves struggled on the sloppy surface and he often grimaced when a leg disappeared down a patch of loam to come out a mucky shade of brown. All in all, the panda boy was not very impressed with Helovia's cold season and it was at this time he missed his life as a vagabond. He would've been heading south right now, to the warmer climates and the exotic mares. White accented lids fell over green fletched eyes for a moment as he dreamed of blue skies and sparkling seas, soft sand and a gentle breeze. It was rather depressing when he opened his eyes once again.
Squelching down to the heart of the Foothills, Locket fell to a halt and stared sadly at the frozen waterfall. Many might find the sight beautiful, but the panda boy lamented the loss of a good water source and his throat seemed to agree. Drawing himself up, Locket reminded himself that he wasn't here to simply point out the dreariness of winter and that he was to take the first patrol of the colder months. The stallion had been quite happy to set on duty, he didn't mind the hard work and he knew first hand as to why this job was so necessary. There had been an influx of intruders on Foothills soil and Locket, as were many others, was not happy about the matter.
Silently he waited for his patrol buddy, mind turning to thoughts of his quest the Earth God had sent him on, feeling a flourish of pride that the patron lord of his land had chosen none other than him. The clues he had been given were strange and the rather forgetful stud was having trouble deciphering them, though each one did seem to light a fire in his mind. If only he could remember the herd meeting clearly, the words spoken he could remember, but the faces of his mates were harder. Never mind the companions they had with them. Sighing, he wondered if he should seek out Ophelia for help. Tinek had already sprang to his mind for one of his clues, maybe his pale leader would know of the others he must find.
Locket continued pondering whilst he waited by the frozen waterfall.
And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.
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Locket talk :: L = R
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 hh :: 8 Buff: NOVICE |
| Tamme |
06-14-2013, 05:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-14-2013, 05:32 PM by Rafe.)
RAFE</style>
The coldest blood runs through my veins</style>
Rafe knew what he was supposed to do, but it was a habit he had already assumed into his daily routine. While he understood the purpose of guarding the borders, doing so in pairs seemed redundant. Better that they each start at the far ends of the herd and work inward, toward each other. Thus the borders get a sweep twice, but he had no reason to state his ideas to the herd leaders. They would try and fail on their own, and he would drift as he always did.
The blood stallion spied the other he was supposed to be patrolling along side, and his expression turned from emotionless to almost cold. He had heard of the stallion's technique in battle, but from the look of him, that was entirely surprising. Everything from the bones of his face to the arch of his topline was dainty and too refined - as if a strong breeze would snap his bones without an after thought.
Even the hair that sprouted from his crest and tail seemed too long and too thick. How irritating was it to have the mess trailing behind him, to have that weight? Rafe was not necessarily lacking in hair, but his was not often in his way and was certainly not near the point of dragging the ground and collecting grime along the way. Why not cut it all off? He would have spent hours scraping his body along a tree if he had that much hair.
Without a word, he fell in pause next to the warrior, his own gate rolling and powerful. Rafe was build much differently with a sloping hind quarter and lifted shoulder. His long legs were composed of thick bones, and his solid hooves crushed into the snow and piston sharp muscles lifted his hooves out again in a metronome pace. What he was in comparison was not fast. The light build of of the white-faced stallion could easily out run him, especially at any given distance.
Any light that shone out of his blue eyes was like ice. His heart was atrophied and hidden beneath a layer of murk more dismal than the Spectral Marsh. The waterfall was frozen, but he was thirsty. Rafe moved behind the icy later of water and leaned his head down and to the side. In a swift movement, he jabbed two of his horns into the layer. After righting his body once more, the stallion positioned his two front hooves over the holes. Gathering the muscles beneath his haunches, he lifted his body from the ground and sent it crashing down hard onto the ice. A solid crack resounded through the surface and water bubbled up from the fissure. He leaned down to drink before turning to face outward. "Read when you are." he said simply.
[[Sssoo sorry it took so long. I had to gather Rafe muse]]
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[O] Cold Coffee in the Morning [patrol, rafe]
