NARAZYCHYLYK
This was a waste of time. While the lead he had been given had initially seemed promising, the reality was, in fact, largely disappointing. They would not come here, he reasoned. It was too cold, too open and too……common. The little forest bitch would be in her element, but there was no way she could convince someone of noble breeding to settle in such a shit hole. This was going to set him back months, if not years, and he was already so far behind he felt like dog chasing it’s tail. And that’s exactly what he was, the familiy’s dog, sent to to their dirty work. If only they’d sent a seer with him, this ordeal might have already been over.
He snorted loudly, smoke billowing from his nostrils as he brought a single hoof down forcibly to the ground. Instead of a satisfying thump however, it squeched into the slushy, sleet infused soil. Perfect he thought, turning his narrow nose up in disgust, as if this place couldn’t get any worse, but worse it got. An unsightly and gargantuan creature with spots plodded into view. His sources mentioned deserts and lands untouched by snow, but he saw none of that here. If he wanted to get out of these godforsaken islands, he was going have to do his due diligence and rule them out completely. Unfortunately, that meant talking to the locals.
With calculated steps, Narazychylyk made his way over to the water, careful to avoid worst of the muddy, churned up ground. As brutish as the blue stallion looked, he was more than likely aware of ther Narazychylyk’s presence, but even still, the Akhal-Teke gave him a moment to finish drinking before clearing his throat. He didn’t want the brute to choke before he’d had a chance to question him after all. Pardon the intusion, but I was wondering if you might be able to help me? he asked, his diplomatic expression lacking the contempt in his heart.
16.0HH SEAL BROWN CREAM
AKHAL-TEKE STALLION
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