06-27-2015, 11:28 PM
We are at war. There will be scars.
Finally, at long last, he's old enough to come to the field.He had wanted to go for so long, to come here and seek out new blood for his home. He knows without doubt that the lifeblood of any kingdom is its members, and that members are one thing the Chamber sorely lacks. But it's unseemly for a child to be out recruiting. It makes the Chamber seem desperate.
Which it kind of is. But even if you're desperate you don't want to look it.
And so, secure in the knowledge that he's serving his kingdom, he doesn't mind the trudge through the snow to the Field. In fact, he relishes the chill against his legs. His father has taught him to be a warrior, taught him that what matters most is being able to push through, to persevere against almost impossible odds. The mind is stronger than the body, Warship had taught him, and Erebor has always known that to be true.
He pushes on, reaching the field at last. The snow is thick and heavy, and it shows no signs of stopping. But no matter, the boy does not shiver. The Chamber is not the tundra, but it is not the jungle or the Deserts, it is a place that sees winter like the rest of the world. Erebor's black coat has grown thicker, accustomed to the chill. His rigid discipline is not broken by this.
He casts his gaze around the frozen field, looking for a horse to approach. He spots a mare out of the corner of his eye, young like he is. He watches her for a moment, and his trained eyes can see the slight hesitation as she tries to figure out how to position herself. He sees her cock her leg, and he hears her whinny and then…bounce? He almost wants to chuckle then. He'd have written her off if she'd been just another floozy, just another mare looking to snare a passing stallion. Well, he probably wouldn't have written her off – he'd have approached her anyway because, as mentioned above, the Chamber (and every kingdom in Beqanna) is a little desperate. But he'd have been skeptical about her chances as a fit for the Chamber.
But now – now he suspects that there's more to her than the simple floozy. She's playing a bit of a mind game, going for something that's a bit more than the obvious. And that, well that's exactly the kind of thing the Chamber is looking for.
He moves toward her then, pushing powerfully through the snow. He does not seem to struggle with it, so much as to simply bear it forward along with him. It thins out as he reaches the area under the tree where the mare stands. He gently shakes the snow and wetness from his coat as he slides under the protection of the tree. He is entirely black and well-muscled, standing some 16 hands. His build is powerful, and he carries himself powerfully. He has a constant soldier's bearing, as though he's always standing at attention, just a little bit. He offers her a nod. "Great weather today, isn't it?" his voice is rich, but his sarcasm is dry. A small smile plays on his lips.
"I'm Erebor, from the Chamber."
Erebor
Native Prince of the Chamber
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