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 Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 1:14 pm
(This is a Private Grandfather/Grandson RP between me (~Latonia de la Courtel~) and DarkenWoodWolf. Featuring my Ballad and Darken's Avant Resari. Enjoy the read!)
The more time he spent in this land, meeting its inhabitants, exploring the area, the more Ballad found he rather liked this place. There was a charm to the trees and meadows... A soothing presence to be found in the mountains and their peaks of snow... A wild sort of freedom on the beach where one could race into the crashing surf of the ocean... A kind of joyous energy in the rivers and streams. And the inhabitants? Wings of birds and butterflies, horns and hooves and gleaming scales... Butterflies and birds, flowers and vines... All sorts of beauty here.
Ballad had long ago decided he could live anywhere as long as his mate was with him and he knew his family was well. So long as he had those small requests fulfilled, it did not matter which pattern the stars overhead assumed. That decision had only strengthened in him through his travels in search of Whistle. He would find her, and everything would be fine. They could start over in this place, raise more children, enjoy a life together. Be happy.
But first he had to find his wayward lady...
Having friends helped in that goal, Ballad knew. He was grateful for meeting Xantir, though sorry he hadn't been able to help that stallion in his search for his daughter. Well, hopefully the Fayth were kind and she was well, even if she wasn't with her family... The groundwalker stallion had a good heart, and a good head, since mention of Aveshar had unsettled him. Ballad wished him well, though he did not think he and the stallion would cross paths again... Perhaps if the Fayth decreed it...
And his newest friends? Wakka Wakka was an unusual stallion. Ballad still wasn't sure what to think of the brightly marked, in-your-face, flirtatious, upbeat creature. He joked and laughed and smiled and hid secrets as dark as his eyes behind his forelock. Ballad respected another and their secrets, but he hoped that someday he could repay Wakka's friendship and assistance. No matter how odd he was -and he was very odd, make no mistake- he had a good heart.
Tyzaeph was also an unexpected boon... A stallion with wings who knew.. More then he let on.. For one, he knew Aveshar.
Ballad snorted, shaking his head at the thought of his dark relation... Melody was no doubt pleased about her nephew, doing her proud as he was...
"Think of something else." He admonished himself as he moved toward the forest once again. "Fayth markings and glowing eyes... Black and silver mane tumbling to the ground..."
Whistle She had to be close... She had to be here somewhere. He could feel the presence of music, music in the blood like his own.. And the blood of dreams.. Of nightmares? Aveshar's song was strong in this land, he'd walked here, hunted here, spilled blood and played games and broken hearts and bodies... He was a strong enough presence that Ballad scented the air warily, moving through the forest in caution.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Frowning, he paced in a small circle, eyes focused on the little corpse, head caved in from a small, if powerful hoof. Perhaps there still was fun to be had with the little dead thing. He knew a filly who had a love for little dead things. But she was no where nearby, that he could tell, and Avant did not want to be seen carrying a dead thing.
Perhaps he should just eat it, but he wasn't hungry. The run had made his limbs warm, his throat dry, but it hadn't made him hungry. Perhaps he would be in a while. No, he was now only bored and without a game to play.
Avant had not strayed far from his father's lands, knowing that there were such creatures that could do him harm. He did not want to cross one of them where he could not retreat, could not get the help he required. Oh, how that stuck in his hoof. Having to rely on someone else for help, even if that person was his father. He'd break them all, eventually, but he did not kid himself to think he could do anything until he was fully grown. Simple foals games aside.
Folding his wings to his side, he frowned, thinking of the treatment he and his sisters received. Half-bloods. Mongrels, even. Avant looked just like them in form, looked like the full blooded Kalona that his father was, but some accident of fate. Avant had heard that his father's parents were Ground. Avant's mother was ground. So how did he have the appearance of full blood?
No matter. It was done and he had the advantage on those who did not know his lineage. He--
Started from his thoughts by an unfamiliar scent, Avant stood over his kill, ears pinned back, and tried to figure out who had come.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 2:03 pm
There was a faint, weaving trail of utter terror through the woods. Ballad could feel it underhoof, scent it on the breeze and shrubs as he passed. He lowered his head, curling mane spilling around him as he scented at the leaves, turns his muzzle to the lushly carpeted forest floor. A few slow steps and he caught the trial in earnest, having stumbled across it at an angle.. A few false darts to one side or the other, then rapid retreats to open ground again... It had sheltered under a bush, a fragile thread of hope amidst panic and terror.
A simple creature could still feel all these things, even if it could not form words to express them.
Deathmagic was strong in the wood. An old power newly reawakened because of fresh blood spilling on the ground. Heart's blood. Life's blood. The creature that had run and hidden was dead. A rabbit? Caught by its predator at last... Another life ended, to prolong the life of another. Life's circle.
The hunter was no common beast.
Ballad hesitated again as that knowledge stuck him, head rising from the trail to cast a silver-eyed glance about the woods. Not yet in Kalona territory, but in the outlying lands around it.. He was not close enough to know which Kalona made the nearby lands their home -was it him?- and preferred it that way. But then, there was no feeling of one in the current area.
At least, not one that made the ground hum even this far from his lands. So then... Progeny? Not one who had a claim on the territory, but one who had strength of blood and birthright to this land... The animals within his sire or dam's territory.
The rabbit.
A short tail flicked back and forth, ears pinning, then jerking forward as he attempted to catch sound of anything. Nothing moved toward him, but he knew someone had to be out there... Another few tentative steps along the trail, he caught scent of the hunter...
A kalona indeed... And deathmagic sang in his blood. A hunt, blood boiled faster in the glory of the hunt.
Ballad shook his head to clear the faint trill of magic and blood and knowledge. The knowledge of a good chase for the sake of the chase... The burning joy of killing.
He continued walking. Foal or not, a Kalona wasn't something to snort over... Danger had a way of waiting for one to grow inattentive before biting one right in the rear.
Ballad's hindquarters remained unmarred, he preferred it that way. Though the land was unclaimed, there was still a fill of familiarity between it and the one that wandered. He had to make his home in the claimed territory Ballad could sense faintly. Best then not to do anything too unwise, or the cavalry would no doubt arrive.
"Greetings, Hunter." He offered in his softly musical tone, continuing to walk along as he had begun, with every intention of finding his mate and nothing more. "My congratulations on a successful hunt."
He had no notion of exactly where the trail ended, nor if the hunter still remained on the kill site.. But it was better to offer words and hope for a reply, rather then waiting for an ambush.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 2:27 pm
One ear flicked forward in interest before Avant pinned it back to his head, to the side of his horns. A ground. What was the marked ground doing so far out here, into Kalona territory? Or had Avant wandered far in his chase, stepping beyond the realm of his father in his glee? Flexing his wings, he regarded the stallion, the musical way that he spoke. It was annoying. Something stirred in Avant at the sound, at the way the stallion moved. It was familiar and he detested it. It was almost like music, pure soft music. With the music came an awareness of the other, the wariness that he held for Avant. It made his lips curl, a stallion wary of a foal. But then, this stranger didn't know he was anything but Kalona and most had reasons to be wary of Kalona. Oh. Well.
"Thank you, stranger." He found himself offering in response to the words, half wondering why he was talking to the stallion in the first place.
The markings were bothering him. They were rather familiar, but he wasn't going to remark on it. His grandsire was ground. Tilting his head to regard the stallion, Avant smirked. Glowing eyes, like his father, like his sister. Hmm. Interesting. Maybe there was some fun to be had out here in the forest, with his little toy dead. With a dismissive flick of his tail, he kicked the corpse away from him, letting it land somewhere in the bushes with a rustle and a thud.
"Are you lost, stranger?" He asked, voice musical, yet discordant. Similar, but not the same. "Or perhaps you are looking for someone." Bits of his crown were visible beneath the tuft of white hair. "Family, perhaps?" Avant shifted so that the marking on his front right leg would be easily visible. His father's marking. Others he had belonged to his mothers line, this one he was proud of because it had been solely Aveshar's. And this was a test. If this creature with the markings of his father was Avant's grandsire, a new game could begin.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 3:06 pm
Ballad fought the urge to grit his teeth, his very hide creeping with displeasure at being so close to a Kalona's claimed territory. There was a buzzing in his chest now.. A nagging sort of ripple of power that skittered over his hide and stung slightly. Not the sort of meeting he was hoping for... It seemed the faint tug of music was not the one he had been searching for... The feel of the song grew darker as he approached, ears flicking to keep tabs on his surroundings. Here was a softer strain of nightmarish song.. Muted? Somewhat, perhaps by outside blood.. But there, and growing stronger as he approached, as he spoke. He could feel the faintest strains of emotion, notes that were just beyond his hearing, though his ears perked for them anyway... This was a discordant melody that reminded him of...
And then the foal replied. Suddenly the colt was in sight, black and red and white gleaming in the dappled light of the forest. Not that he really needed the light. Light shone from Ballad's coat and eyes, his markings glinting in the false-dark.
A similar light, though tainted with bloody red, gleamed from the foal's own form... There was a marking on his brow that the stallion did not recognize.. Another twisting down his haunches. Yet others on his hind leg and the lower part of his right foreleg... Not that those mattered.
Not nearly as the one clearly displayed on his upper foreleg, just below his withers and chest. The same location of that mark as on the one Ballad would assume was his sire... A marking that was too damn familiar, though it's gleam of red was not... But that marking... Just inches below Ballad's own copy of that mark, in fact. If his was not the first, it was close.. But this young Kalona had it anyway.. As well as silver-tipped horns that were all too recognizable.
"You are welcome." He replied in his usual music tone, voice never wavering though his right shoulder almost itched and his hide felt like it would catch fire. That damning marking, he saw it and knew.
"I am not lost." Ballad shook his head slightly, negating the question, eyes never leaving the colt. "I am seeking a mare who has gotten lost... And she carries a strain of music in her heart not unlike the one I feel has touched the lands of this area... As I can only hear faint glimpses, I do not know if the song is correct, and was hoping to get closer to it and find out."
The song of the colt's voice was familiar too. Like but not like. Ballad's ears twitched, the older stallion considering this youth with interest. "So yes, I am seeking someone... And family..."
He trailed off, taking a half step into the clearing and turning slightly, mane moving at the arch of his neck, flashing a glimpse of his own marking before it disappeared under the curling black and silver. "I was not seeking it, though I seemed to have found it nonetheless... Fate can be strange that way, Son of Aveshar..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 7:12 pm
Avant tilted his head to the side, letting the white tuft of his bangs hide one of his eyes for a moment, as he looked at this blue stallion, listened to him, contemplating damaging that musical voice. He did not know how his father would take such an attack on his father, so Avant quickly set aside his distaste of that voice, the way it ran over his nerves, made his hair stand on end, his teeth hurt with the goodness of it. To think, he might be related to this creature.
"Ah, I suppose that makes sense, though I do not understand why you waste your time searching for one who's music resounds with the music of this land. If she is like you, a ground, then she is probably dead." Avant grinned at the elder, sharp teeth shining with the light coming off Ballad. "Such terrible beasts live nearby."
Avant paused, straightening up. "I think it would be more fun if you were lost, rather than on some stupid quest." Snorting, he paced closer to the older stallion, not shocked then his was called as his fathers son. The marking was somewhat of a shock, shown in the slight widening of his bright red eyes. He'd thought that only his father had such a mark. Ah well, it wasn't like he didn't share marking with his other grandsire. Or great- grandsire. Or whatever that other male was to him. "Yes, fate is strange. Here I was, pondering what to do with the corpse of the rabbit I killed, and then, what should fate hand me, but family that I did not know. So strange, I agree, father of Aveshar, grandsire of Avant Resari and his sisters." Avant flared his wings. "Do you want their names as well, grandsire? Does it make you proud that you have grand foals, now, even though you had no knowledge of them. Shame shame. Such a family we are." A burst of laughter, short and sweet, echoed through the glade as he eyes Ballad with that mad, mad grin he'd taken to wearing around strangers.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 7:46 pm
The older Fayth considered his grand-colt with caution, wondering what went on behind those blood-red eyes. No son of Aveshar could be trusted, just as their sire could not. The Dark Fayth was a danger to any he deemed it was necessary to harm... And it was a very few that eluded that list. His sire most definitely was not one to be spared, at least, not when Ballad last checked.
Aveshar hated him more than most creatures alive... Perhaps only Kelakohr and Sunisra were held in greater contempt. But that was not something to dwell on at the moment, more than enough time to consider his children and their squabbles later... For now, this meeting was about his grandson.
"She is a ground." He murmured, considering that fanged smile without so much as a twitch of surprise. A son in his father's image indeed, a pity Aveshar could not have followed his sire's example, rather then establishing his own. But again, those were thoughts for another time. "But she is not dead, I would know if she was."
'And then things would be very, very different...
"That much I am prepared to believe." Ballad nodded. "I understand that there is a substantial territory nearby, I will presume it is the land of your sire and the clan he seems to have established. I will not trespass upon his lands."
His lip curled slightly. Trust Aveshar's colt to be so... so like his father. "It is a pity I cannot please you by being 'lost' rather then seeking... But the truth is what it is... And neither you nor I can change it."
Fate was indeed strange... All of Aveshar's rage and hatred, and he'd somehow become a father.. A father of at least three, judging by the colt- Avant's- words. And here Ballad was wandering in search of his mate, his children not far behind... Soon Aveshar would be quite busy, between protecting his foals and attempting to slay his siblings. Oh how interesting a family reunion this could become.
"Fate has her way, it is rarely one we would chose for ourselves... Well met then blood of my blood, Avant Resari, son of Aveshar the Dark Fayth. And another Dark Fayth, it seems... Sisters?" He murmured in faint interest. "I trust your sire to protect his offspring, but it would be nice to know the names of my grandfoals... Such a family as ours might not stay in contact, though the opportunity to change that will soon be upon us."
He flicked his tail, shaking his head slightly and shifting on his hooves. "Your sire has little love for his parents, I do not doubt your knowledge of this... And though I did not know of you, that does not make you less of my bloodline... Just as you not knowing of all your aunts and uncles that will soon arrive does not make them less your relations, whether you choose to acknowledge them or not."
He flicked his ears, smiling faintly. "I doubt your sire discussed all of them... But as I said, that will be rectified soon, many of them are on their way to this land, though I cannot vouch for them all... Does the idea of a family of 'lessers' offend you, Avant Resari?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:13 pm
His grandsire, the father of his father. It was strange, to be face to face with someone his father hated so. Baring sharp fangs, he stifled a laugh. How had such a good soul given life to such a dark one? Oh, how this stallion must wonder where he went wrong in life, what he did to deserve the hate of his son. And his grandfoals. Because, in some things, where is father led, he followed.
"A ground." He spat the word, flaring his wings for a brief moment, before folding them tightly against his back. "I feel sorrow for her, then, that she is still alive. To have to suffer through her miserable life as a ground. Pathetic, truly."
Glancing back over his shoulder, at the territory that he had strayed from, the land of his father where he was both safe and unsafe. "Will you not visit your son? I could even round up my sisters to meet you. It would be quite the reunion." With a faint laugh, he took a dancing step forward, and then back, tail lashing back and forth.
"Life is hardly pleasing in it's simplest form, grandsire. We must change to to suit our needs, each one of us. And so, the strongest will influence the world, turning it into what they desire. The weak," He looked pointedly at Ballad. "live in the world that the strong desire. Are you so weak, to think that we can not change the truth, as it is?" Prancing in place, he shook his short mane, the white hair falling into his eyes.
"One you wouldn't choose?" Bloody red eyes widened a fraction. "Are you saying you would have chosen not to meet with me, then, had you been given a choice?" Tsking, he sidled closer, shaking his head. "Are you actually telling me that you would not have chosen to meet your grandson?" Not that he could blame him. Avant would not have chosen this either, had he been given the choice. Ballad seemed so good, so wholesome. It made him sick.
"Hm. Their names are Keshani Avenara and Adevina Takhi, since you desire their names. But I don't think that you will receive a warm welcome from them. Even less than from me, grandsire." Flicking his tail back and forth, Avant regarded him for a moment. "So what if they share my blood? They are not my family. They mean nothing to me. Nor do you. If I did not respect my father as I do, I would kill you myself for daring to share a marking with me. You are not my family." Avant scoffed, shaking his head again. This was all so stupid. "I already said that you, and they, are not my family. We may share blood, but that is all. Family... is more that that." He stomped on sharp hoof on the ground, digging into the earth. "So, since they are not my family, they-- you-- are just my lessers."
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 9:29 pm
Aveshar had a family. The idea was, somewhat staggering, really. Though he didn't know the details, the idea of the young Dark Fayth he knew growing up to raise a family was foreign. Not to say that that young cold and the adult he'd yet to meet were the same, because Fayth knew how time and obstacles could change a being. He didn't know what had affected Aveshar enough to make him breed and raise a family, but it seemed he was doing the best for them in his own wicked way.
"A ground."
A ground indeed... Inwardly Ballad sighed, wondering at the sudden flash he felt as the colt shot his mouth off. Ahh, what was it about foolish youth that made an adult feel so suddenly ancient? And looking at Avant with all his reasonless disdain, Ballad felt very old indeed. Suddenly it is a fate worse than death?
He snorted, rolling his eyes.
"You would do better to keep silent than to show how ignorant and idiotic you are, Son of Aveshar." He murmured, eyed narrowing at the colt. "Your sire should have taught you to hold your tongue rather than to say foolish things, he knows that lesson well. Just because you think it doesn't mean you have to share it with the world."
He glanced to Aveshar's territory, probing the distance with a thoughtful tilt of his ear. "Your sire is not in his Den, he's out hunting. There would be no point in calling on him at the moment, perhaps another time."
Sisters too, hmm? Sisters that were worse than he? How interesting. Ballad knew that Aveshar was probably quite proud of what he had wrought in the world.
"Perhaps the next time I visit, I will have a chance to meet your siblings." He murmured with a flick of his tail, pinning his ears in mute warning as he watched the colt approach. Thankfully an adult ground could take a Kalona colt, if he needed to.
Still, a Son of Aveshar probably wouldn't be that stupid. My Son is many things, but foolish is not one of them...
"To you, perhaps not." He allowed. "But thoughts change as one grows, as life changes, you learn new lessons and discard old ways of thinking. There is not only one type of strength, there is not only one way in the world. Everyone is weak in some way, as they are all strong in some way. This too, you learn with time."
He sighed inwardly once again. "I said 'not in this way', youngling. I am aware your father is fond of twisting words, but even he listens to what is said before he begins his twisting. I would at least meet you under your father's supervision, I'm sure watching him curb your tongue would be far more entertaining."
He snorted, temper grated by the presence of the DarkFayth as much as the youth's attitude.
"You are young." He murmured, ignoring the faint call of music. He knew what he could do, and that was not the fate for a foal. "I don't dance to the death with children, perhaps when you are older."
He drifted to the side a few paces, not giving Avant his back. Just because he was young didn't mean that he wasn't dangerous. "There is no point in my remaining then. Carry my greeting to your sire, he will know what it means."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:47 pm
Avant bared his teeth with a low growl, blood still on his hooves making him eager to add more, even if it was blood that had sired his father. "You would do better to keep silent than to anger me, grandsire. You have no protection here." He wasn't sure he could take a full grown stallion, but he guessed that Ballad would be loath to harm him. Avant was his grandchild, after all, and the bond of family stretched rather thickly though the Faythren Clan. He didn't think his father would approve, but... Avant snorted, shaking his head and feeling his dream catcher thump against the side of his neck. His wings were folded tightly against his small body, hiding the tension that would betray a desire to spring, catch, kill.
"That may be a well learned lesson, grandsire. What good would it do me too share my thoughts with those who would not understand them?" Avant laughed softly, shaking his head.
"I hope you do not visit again, grandsire. I don't think it will bode well for you."
Avant just watched him for a moment before snorting, turning away from the blood of his blood. "There is no point in your existence either, and yet there you stand... I will do as you say." And he would only carry that message because he wanted to see what his father would do. He hummed softly, picking up a thread of melody from the back of his mind, where it had no place or purpose. "Goodbye."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 7:27 pm
Ballad pinned an ear and leveled a firm look at the colt. Kalona or not, he was still a foal. "Lad, just don't start with me, alright? You're a little too young to be running your mouth off about what I should or should not do, and how I should fear angering you. If I can survive your father, I can survive his half-blood get, and don't you forget it. There's more to me than you seem to think, trust in that."
Nice stallion or not, son of his son or not, enough was enough. The colt better watch his tongue or he was going to get a disapproving bite from his grandsire... On the rump, where it would do the most good! Let him explain that to his sire.
"The world would be all the happier if you kept that mouth of yours to yourself until you could put it to good use." Ballad agreed blandly. The irony of the concept was not lost on him. He had every faith that one day, when the colt was a stallion grown, that mouth would be used for killing... it was the Kalona way. "I'd be happier if I didn't have to deal with you unless your sire was about, I'll say that much."
He laughed, shaking his head as the amusement crowded back the annoyance. "You do that, Little Shadow... Give your sire my greetings, and learn what he will teach you."
Pacing onward, again not giving the colt at a chance of an easy attack, Ballad flicked his tail and huffed... The soft humming noise Avant was making was familiar, but it wasn't the tune he wanted... So he continued on. He had a lifemate to find.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 3:44 pm
Avant tilted his head to the side, happy to have driven his grandsire to anger, though he snapped his teeth on air at the 'half-breed get' comment. It wasn't the first time he'be been looked down on, underestimated because his mother was a ground. It wouldn't be the last. He would eat them alive, one day. One day. His mother had, taking the skinwalker curse to rise above what people had thought of her, to become something more deadly. He would never consider such a step. It was foolish in his opinion, but that just might be the ground in him. He would rise on his own four feet, rise and make a name for himself that made even his father quiver in fear.
The foal didn't say anything else to the older stallion, laughing inside his head at how the events had unfolded. There was at least some value in the meeting. But he did turn around to watch Ballad leave, taking a guess at direction and where he might be headed next. He’s done enough exploring in the area to be able to make a good prediction, especially if Ballad was searching for someone. He would avoid certain places and be drawn to other. Aveshar might want to know. After all, it was his father, and his mother was the one who was missing. He kept humming long after his grandsire was out of sight before turning and heading for home, a different sort of song in his head, and in his heart.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 8:15 am
“Stay out of trouble, Avant Resari…” Ballad cautioned over his shoulder. “At least, out of trouble too big for you to handle, hmm? It would be a shame if you could not again get out of it.”
Whether he intended it or not, Ballad noted Avant’s snap of teeth at the “half-blood” comment he had made. True enough, it wasn’t a particularly nice thing to say, but he had guessed it would hit the mark. Aveshar was proud, Kalona-proud, so it was fairly simple to guess that his son would be too. And if the only way to get through to a headstrong grandson (gods… grandson. What were the odds Aveshar would make them grandparents first?) was to remind him he was not the biggest fish, then Ballad had no problem than putting it in plain words. Avant was not a threat, yet. He was too young to be a danger, but that did not mean he wouldn’t try. Aveshar was quite stubborn, it stood to reason his son would be as well.
Still, there was every chance that Avant would be a very real thread, one day. Until then he should learn caution with his words.
So Ballad had needed the lad’s pride at the same time he had delivered a mild scolding, but hopefully it would make the colt thing. As he paced away, the twilight coated stallion considered how his son would react to the news that he had been here, so close to Aveshar’s den. It certainly wouldn’t make the Kalona stallion move his dwelling, but it may make him come searching for his long lost family… If only to attempt to harm them.
Tilting his ear back in the direction of his grandson, Ballad hesitated for a moment. “Be well, Son of Shadows.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 8:33 am
((Both Owners agree this RP is now Closed.))
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