War is upon us [CLOSED]

The other horses weren't the only ones working hard at their training, so was Eoos. Even though he was no longer a knight he still wanted to keep up with what he was taught so far. Though he admitted to himself that lately he had been rather lazy. Normally he was chasing others in a game of tag or enjoying life, but the upbringing of the war has made everyone tense...including himself. One of bachelors was responsible for taking his voice. It made him both nervous but angry. Even though the elders told him to never put revenge first....that dark thought never left when everything about him went silent.

He looked up at the weather feeling the small droplets collect on his fuzzy coat. The mule loved water so rain didn't bother him. He simply shook it off as he trotted off with his jingling medley following him. It was never a no how to the whereabouts of the mule. Almost anyone in the herd knew if they heard the bells, its was the mute mule walking by.

Rain

Rain...left a bitter, cold aura around all. When it first began, the overcast only sprinkled its watery gloom, but with a thunderous crack it violently turned. Trickles became a blanket, fast spreading and it would not let sway over the landscape, drenching its earth to murk, any mist released thickened into fog. The presence shielded relief to a hard worked acrimonious soul, however it still did not sway a tempered mind. Blurred between walls of grey and blue, a blaze flourished across the realms, leaving no trail in wake but the sputtered splash tossing water to collide with what fell from heavens tears.
Toned to a sleek masculine form, galloping at top speed, best to his ability, like fire. But, it was never good enough. The stallion whipped into the pouring rain, breaking the living outline of himself as it collided through sheets of monotone grey.

Hue pounded his hooves faster than gravity would allow; with each step lifting water pellets onto his already soaked coat, adding weighted hairs to his tail and mane; he did not want to care to the condition of his appearance at this time. The blood bay broke the melodious muse of his movements, scowling his displeasure to the state of needed repair he would have to work into later. Hue did not want to think about the time he would have to take to salvage it. Pacing himself as he proceeded into his long spanned run, nostrils flared to inhale oxygen, replenishing what was lost. His silver lined spheres peering forward, hazed by the rain, Hue noted the two bodies signifying other horses rising against the horizon, their sent broken due to weather, thus the chestnut could not pin point their origins. Should he stop to greet, or veer away from them. He was not a fond talker, nor did he work well with conversation, Hue would set himself to avoid any socialization and simply gallop past the pair.

Cool Runnings breathed heavily from his stomach as he trotted through the woods as quickly as he could to the meeting spot. No, Cool Runnings was not known for his strength or aggression or speed...or much of anything, but he did know a thing or three on beneficial supplements that the Island of the Olde offered within it's natural foliage if one simply knew where to look. Coolar, who had spent the better part of his youth wandering around to taste, smell and experience anything and everything that wasn't grazing grass or berries or fruit (blegh!) had found a few choice plants and flowers when diluted over night in fresh water and the smallest amount of sea salt, became a refreshing (and bitter- though not terribly bad for the normal pallet) beverage that Cool Runnings had taken note of soothing one's throat and clearing one's sinuses for a vapor rub sort of effect. 

No, he was not sure about physical training for himself but if the gypsy stallion was obsessed with anything right now, it was doing absolutely every thing he could to speed up the process of destroying the Bachelor-....oh, dear his thoughts had become so dark as of late, it was unsettling....it was speeding up the process of successfully retrieving two beloved mares that had been taken from their herd and families. 

Just thinking about it had his large legs (one overly thick with feathers, caked in mud) feeling as light as air. The palomino teenager had a long thick stick in his mouth, gripped tightly at the center with two old ceramic bowls hanging from each end. His balance was exceptional and he made his way to the training grounds with great conviction. He would offer this drink to the horses working so hard, relieving them of trekking back to the lake themselves. 

Cool Runnings rounded the clearing with a jump in his step and then-- the thunder crashed over head and just like a gag reel, rain was suddenly upon him. Immediately his large mane fell flat with the weight of the water. His vision completely blocked, Cool Runnings slowed to a stop, but not before bumping into Vasska's right flank. This caused him to drop the stick and swear with a groan.

"Bloody Hell---"

 Cool Runnings flicked his head about trying to get his mane free from his face and while doing so caught glimpses of the one whom he'd-...oh.

"OH!!! Sire!!" He took a few shaky steps back and was quick to kneel before his herd master...though the rain still glued his bangs to his face all the way down to his nose.

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty."

Eoos trotted up to the larger stallion just up ahead as the other made a bow. He responded to the other stallion with flicking his ear, like a wave. However his posture changed as Vaaska soon came into the picture. His head immediantly dropped bowing. Ears folded back in submission. The mule didn't get why the leader would be here...then again he was the king. His ears perked back up hearing Nero. HEy.......he knew that stallion! His ear flickered and pounded his feet to make the bells loud enough for Nero to turn head. But the other horse running into Vaaska's flank got him to look worried and shaking his head at the other rolling his eyes.