Kheldar’s Prince of Thieves
He comes with caution, knowing for himself the way that the Lagoon was regarded across the islands. He stops with his hooves yet in the waves, his head carried at a neutral height, with ears split between side and front. He does not come to argue or harm, but to collect a colt that had been convinced from his father to come and learn usefulness in the Lagoon. What harm was it to come and stand at the door to offer such a reprieve from whatever other fathers and mothers also were here.
He neighs, casual but curious, not summoning or beckoning. He had no right to beckon or summon, though he would not turn away the chance to speak to another leader of a family who might also have sons gumming up the works and in need of a bit of lessoning.
Bloodwine was the son of a freedman stud and a wild mare, taught how to find himself ease in a treacherous island territory permeated by chill. He could become a useful brother, or at least a voice amongst the masses to speak well of the Lagoon. Rosto was more fighter than politician, but as a Prince of Thieves, leader of the underworld, he had had to play to the People’s voice and care for the opinions of The Mob. The ludacris behavior and mentality rampant in the Lagoon right now needed some mending.
OF THE LOST ISLANDS LAGOON
▻ stallion - iberian mutt - sooty bay tobiano rabicano sabino - 16.1 hh ◅