Oh, you want battle?
I'll give you war.
When I had initially put my name in for the Lagoon's elections, it was more out of a desire to stir the pot than anything else. I was tired of watching my brothers gear up and make grand promises only to disappear once their name had been chosen and thought that maybe if they had a little competition they'd work a little harder. I hadn't really expected them to elect me.
Now that they had, though? I had no intention of disappearing.
I'd just returned to the Mainland after an unsuccessful trip around Atlantis looking for targets to raid when the sound of someone nickering at me stopped my hooves. It wasn't often that I was beckoned in a friendly manner by anyone at all, much less by someone I didn't know and I peered toward the face silently. She was a pretty mare, her dark coat freckled with white, and had a girl jogging along at her side that appeared to be youngish.
I might have been unable to find someone to raid, but the prospect of tricking a few new mares into the Lagoon was intriguing and so I plastered a smile across my lips and shifted my weight to face the newcomer. "What can I help you with?"
I kept my voice as light and friendly as it got, my dark eyes shaded by my heavy forelock as I tilted my head to look at them. "I haven't seen you around before. Where are you from, pretty lady?"
After all, I might as well have some sort of clue as to who I'm going to make mad when I steal her away.
Stallion - Young Adult - 15.2 - Brown Overo