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Hourglass | [Private] Mar 21, 2015 12:09:16 GMT -5

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Post by saintpumpkinmuffin on Mar 21, 2015 12:09:16 GMT -5

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- elesette | Ishmael | Bachelor Stallion

- saintpumpkinmuffin | Klaus | Lurker Stallion

[Setting: Just outside the Bachelor herd, a little less than a month after the draw between the Olde and the Bachelors]

It was the dead of night, otherwise Raphael wouldn't have been so close to his old herd. But his dark coat gave him enough camouflage in the dark to allow him peace of mind. He watched the bodies of milling bachelors and exiles as they searched for places to rest or went out to patrol. Ghost, Abel, Tobias, Lilith, Bat Sheva, the little worm Apollo... all his old herd mates, his underlings, going about their business. It was odd. Raphael almost felt like Klaus again, standing solitarily on his mount above them all, ever vigilant.

The former leader flinch as a shooting pain started in his chest. The bear wound was acting up... standing around was wearing on his torn muscles. Raphael let out an irritated huff. This was all Cain's damn fault, really. Right now, the friesian would be with his herd; he never would have run into the bear. He would have had a brood tending to his wounds. That wasn't his life anymore. Klaus was now Raphael: a loner. A lurking loner, who with a passion like the fire he could wield was set on receiving what was his. But he knew that to beat Cain in a fight, in the way a rightful bachelor leader should, Raphael would need to heal. He could not chance loosing, even if Cain was as slim and dainty as a serpent.

The former leader was about to turn away and find some distant place to rest, when suddenly he saw the movement of a pale horse from the rest of the herd. He flicked his ears forward and watched with keen eyes. Ishmael... One of Bat Sheva's many sons...

Last Edit: Mar 22, 2015 14:20:37 GMT -5 by saintpumpkinmuffin

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Hourglass | [Private] Apr 9, 2015 13:43:37 GMT -5

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Post by elesette on Apr 9, 2015 13:43:37 GMT -5

Ishmael often found himself wide awake in times like these, when the sun was dead and the lights of the sky danced jokingly above him. He had wanted so long to learn about them- to know how they could guide him to far off lands full of adventure and the promise of a grander life. Yet he had been without a teacher for so long, he feared the day were he could follow their map would never come. He walked solemnly away from the bulk of the herd, thinking about how they teased. He wondered why he liked to be under them still, surrendering himself to the promise they chided him with. He would leave this land someday.

He kept his head low to the ground as he walked, munching here and there on the lush grasses that the Eastern Isle grew. Each tasty mouth-full brought him farther away from the herd, and farther away in his thoughts. He had been about to round his grazing trail and head back when a familiar smell filtered underneath his nose. Another horse had walked here recently. He stopped in his tracks and his head flew up in alarm. It couldn't be. Had the dark leader returned? His eyes darted back and forth across the dark horizon - only trees and brush seemed to be silhouetted against the moon and his heart flickered in anxiety. In the short month he had been serving under the new leader - he had grown comfortable. His birth mother seemed to have a high position among the herd. Things had changed, and he wasn't sure he was ready for them to change back.

"K-Klaus?" He called into the night, ears still swiveling from left to right. What was the meaning of this?

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Hourglass | [Private] May 22, 2015 9:33:11 GMT -5

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Post by saintpumpkinmuffin on May 22, 2015 9:33:11 GMT -5

The younger stallion eyes turned to Raphael's as Ismael tentatively call out his name, but it was clear that the loner's dark pelt protected him from the other stallion's gaze. Perhaps Raphael should have run. The thought most definitely crossed his mind. Disappear like a shadow in the night and return to his skulking, out of harms way. But one look at Ismael and the old leader could tell that the other stallion wasn't a serious threat, what with his petite stature and youth. Raphael supposed it'd be no harm in making his presence known. Better to confirm the rumors of his return before they began and let Ismael return and tell Cain or Bat Sheva with certainty. Maybe it would even give Cain something to be paranoid about. The dark figured snarled at the thought.

Decision made, the friesian snorted, stepping forward with his neck arched in order to make his presence known. "Ishmael," Raphael said flatly, glaring down his nose. "Had I known your habit of sneaking around in my day, I might have been... suspicious." Raising his head, the lurker continued. "You're mother doesn't know you're away, does she?" he said, words sharp and biting. The friesian hoped to see some type of fear in Ismael face at the return of his old leader. It was Klaus' life-blood, fear... and since he'd been around Dandelion and Asalah, the friesian could feel himself going soft. They certainly weren't afraid of him; it was about time he torment someone again. As he considered it, Raphael smiled. This encounter would be quite fun, actually.