be stealthful as the night
and deadly as the dawn
The icy wind bit at the dark grayish-blue stallion and played with his black mane and tail, but he didn't mind. He rather liked it...it reminded him of his home. It reminded him that he was alive. He always felt better in the cool landscapes versus the hotter, sunnier ones. He loved the cold and as a matter of a fact, could not take the heat. It seemed to drain our dark boy of his energy fast. Lost in his own thought, he does not pay attention to his surroundings. It is unusual for the assassin to be caught off guard. His bright blue eyes stand out against his deep cobalt coat. His tail flicks in a mild, annoyance as another approaches him. His ears flick instinctively, but his body stance becomes more on guard. His bright eyes scan his surroundings, landing upon the yellow and white hide of another stallion as he comes near Sub-zero. Sub-zero tenses his muscles, as if he would be ready for a fight, should the stranger want one.
Hey. He reciprocates in his deep, gruff voice. He is not sure why this guy decided to come strike up a conversation with him. His scarred eye usually scared others off enough so that he wouldn't have to make useless small-talk. It is not that Sub-zero was not much for talking, which he was...but usually he just preferred the solitude to a group setting. Unless he sought out what some would call trouble.
The darkness had enveloped the land now wholly, and only the stars and moon barely peeked through the dense tree-tops above. Not a damned thing. He speaks again, his deep words rolling off his tongue. He was not one would call a wordsmith, he was a stallion of action, not speech. His blue eyes cautiously and curiously watch the painted stallion. His bad eye straining some-what in the dark. He was losing his damned sight in that and it was pissing him off. How could he be an assassin with half of his sight? He should be killed for his worthlessness. However, this is not his home and things are different in other lands. He waits for the other stallion to talk again, unsure why he decided to strike up a conversation with him.
S U B Z E R O
Nine Year old Blue Roan Rogue Stallion of Nowhere only guided by Tink
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