Drawing lines [Private]
Sept 30, 2014 7:53:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2014 7:53:37 GMT -5
//sateenkaarisitruuna's Bale & moonlightwalk's Eyrin//
Bale
The large warmblood stallion patrolling The East Isle, he had been assigned to the south of the island, fairly close to the landbridge to the land of Exiles. So far his day had been peaceful; no broodmares getting into trouble and no foreigners causing commotion. While Bale has to respect the current deal that Exiles were allowed to reside on their land, it didn't mean he had to like it. He had absolutely zero trust into those foreigners and he would have been perfectly happy to send them back where they came from. Sure, new blood was valuable and he realized that the new broodmares could be useful, but still. Bale was fairly set in his ways, he liked how things had been and as long as Exiles weren't part of Bachelors, they would be considered a threat in his mind.
His brown eyes kept sweeping over the landscape as he made his way through the land at a steady, march-like pace. Bale had been molded and grown to be a warrior, a protector; it was the only thing he knew well. Part of thim wished for just a slight cut to the boredom, but then again peace was good. His feet stopped as he detected movement a bit left to him. His muscles went rigid and rippled beneath his skin, ready to get into action. His powerful hind end pushed him forward and he made it towards his target in a steady trot, carrying himself very upright and neck arched. Every inch of his body told he meant business.
Bale
The large warmblood stallion patrolling The East Isle, he had been assigned to the south of the island, fairly close to the landbridge to the land of Exiles. So far his day had been peaceful; no broodmares getting into trouble and no foreigners causing commotion. While Bale has to respect the current deal that Exiles were allowed to reside on their land, it didn't mean he had to like it. He had absolutely zero trust into those foreigners and he would have been perfectly happy to send them back where they came from. Sure, new blood was valuable and he realized that the new broodmares could be useful, but still. Bale was fairly set in his ways, he liked how things had been and as long as Exiles weren't part of Bachelors, they would be considered a threat in his mind.
His brown eyes kept sweeping over the landscape as he made his way through the land at a steady, march-like pace. Bale had been molded and grown to be a warrior, a protector; it was the only thing he knew well. Part of thim wished for just a slight cut to the boredom, but then again peace was good. His feet stopped as he detected movement a bit left to him. His muscles went rigid and rippled beneath his skin, ready to get into action. His powerful hind end pushed him forward and he made it towards his target in a steady trot, carrying himself very upright and neck arched. Every inch of his body told he meant business.