11-16-2016, 09:41 PM
He knew what he wanted, exactly what he wanted. Knowledge. Skills. Training. The man he'd seen in the meadow had that. Devastation was practically rolling off him in waves. Power sang through his blood. So, naturally he'd sought him out. Gone out in search for him, craving the things he could teach. But would he?
Hello again, he greeted easily. He'd finally found him again. Now he would be able to train. He needed it. Whatever the man wished, it was his. He would do anything to protect his Cerva. To one day be able to do it himself, with his own body, his own skills, was thrilling. It filled him with such purpose he had no mind for anything else until it was done.
I've seen how you carry yourself. You are not afraid of a challenge, or of battle. Your eyes already say that you have won. His big, black eyes held the man evenly. He wasn't praising him, he didn't need it. Nor was he of a mind to flatter for favors. Everything he said was simply fact.
I ask that you pass on your knowledge to me. I wish to be your pupil. Will you do this? Perhaps he was too direct. It was too late to change it now. The dark colt was nearly all black, abnormally large and muscular for one not quite two years. He enjoyed being bigger than the other colts, much bigger. Even standing taller than a few full-grown stallions every so often. He could do this. He was built for it. But would the man be up to the task?
Hello again, he greeted easily. He'd finally found him again. Now he would be able to train. He needed it. Whatever the man wished, it was his. He would do anything to protect his Cerva. To one day be able to do it himself, with his own body, his own skills, was thrilling. It filled him with such purpose he had no mind for anything else until it was done.
I've seen how you carry yourself. You are not afraid of a challenge, or of battle. Your eyes already say that you have won. His big, black eyes held the man evenly. He wasn't praising him, he didn't need it. Nor was he of a mind to flatter for favors. Everything he said was simply fact.
I ask that you pass on your knowledge to me. I wish to be your pupil. Will you do this? Perhaps he was too direct. It was too late to change it now. The dark colt was nearly all black, abnormally large and muscular for one not quite two years. He enjoyed being bigger than the other colts, much bigger. Even standing taller than a few full-grown stallions every so often. He could do this. He was built for it. But would the man be up to the task?
@[Ashley]
ooc: i wasn't sure where to put this so here it is xD (finally) sort of short and sweet because starters are death.
