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R E V O L V E R

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Time had ceased to mean anything to him as the clock continued to drag past him every second of every day that he could've been in control. Somehow, someway, he was going to have to find a way to be the one everyone needed, yet patience ate at him as the longer things took to be accomplished, the older he got. And he detested getting older.

However, it had its perks.

With his ice blue eyes to match his temper and personality, time had etched a sense of evil so deep into the stripes on his back that age just seemed to make it better. Revolver was like a fine wine, the older the better and in his case, much better. He didn't care for the petty problems of young colts and fillies, especially of someone who assumed control of something he obviously didn't have. That being said, the buckskin stallion of quiet dissent simply waited.

And how he hated to wait.

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[bg=000000] The buckskin mare trotted into the caverns. Her belly was already a little swollen. She loved the sound of her hooves hitting the caves floor and the echoing. She knew she was home and it was very comforting. Her bald face stuck out in the dark caves. Her blue eye shined brightly. If only she had two brown eyes instead of one. It was useless. She just couldn't really hide even here in the caves. - i am alive i do feel i wish to heal- Her thorns danced upon the top of her cranium. She grinned as she laid mismatched orbs upon the male. Oh good a way to get under Warlords skin. Norml purred like a kitten as she approached him. Oh what an odd girl she is. ”I do not believe we have met. I am Norml. You are?” The girl had spent so much time focused on her and Wars little world that she just realized there was a whole herd she lived in she had not met. Featuring;; Norml ll 6 ll 15.2 ll American mustang paint ll Right blue, left brown ll buckskin overo ll Pets;;RAT - ferret, black grey white, male, young, cranky grumpy mean mischievous Tags;;revolver Muse;;GOOD Notes;; she likes to start trouble, she is a saint by heart Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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The buckskin brute's sentimentality was broken by the approaching tell-tale signs of another equine in the caverns. A fae by the scent of it and a pregnant one at that. Wonderful. Just what he wanted to deal with. Ah well, he missed the days of old when he was able to do who he wanted when he wanted and it was good to see the Saints still held true to teaching females where they stood, regardless if they were of the same mindset or otherwise.

She broke whatever reverie the striped stallion was having with her balded face and mis-matched eyes with her simple inquiry that seemed to be the only thing anyone seemed to care about anymore. Names, titles if any, purpose for being here. It was revolting however, if he wanted to gain support in any efforts to come back as one of the best there had ever been, Revolver kind of had to play nice. No matter how much it made him sick to his stomach.

Why, hello there. he answered, his ice blue optics grazing over the painted body in the shadows. I am Revolver. He honestly doubted she would have ever heard of him as most of whatever history was never kept up in the Caverns since the last time he was here. Regardless, he waited for the day to be surprised.

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[bg=000000] Nice. Norml didn't really know how to play nice. She knew how to do what she wanted. She was better at pissing others off. Her bald face grew a grin like a cheshire cat as the wheels in that cranium begun to spin. She snarled slightly. She could see all over his face it was paining him to play by the social rules. She let a light chuckle escape her maw. He thorns drew flat on her head and she reached towards his chest with her teeth. -Girl, you're gonna get yourself killed!- No need telling her. She didn't care. What happened to her did not matter. Then, all of a sudden it did. She realized the small foal growing inside her. That meant, it did matter what happened to her because it happened to the foal as well. However she had made the move and would now suffer the consequence. ”Well Revolver, I'm Norml and quicker on the draw.” She yawned cocked her leg and stared at the stud with a blank expression. -oh you strange child- Featuring;; Norml ll 6 ll 15.2 ll American mustang paint ll Right blue, left brown ll buckskin overo ll Pets;;RAT - ferret, black grey white, male, young, cranky grumpy mean mischievous Tags;;revolver Muse;;medium Notes;; shes weird i know Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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Revolver found the mare to be very bold in nipping him in the chest like that and the normal instinct of any dominating stallion, he should've attacked her. However, it was not in the striped buckskin's temperament to go for the kill so quickly. He wanted them to have sense of comfort before crushing that soul of hers.

Apparently not as quick as you'd like to be, he answered, in reference to the foal she was carrying. Not that it really mattered. Mares were only good enough to carry foals and for what it was worth, the foals were only good enough if they were raised right. Raised to kill.

He would pleasure in this conversation, regardless of what she thought she could do.

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[bg=000000] Paint mare giggled at the stud. Her hormones had her all over the place. One moment she is happy and the next, angry. Oh as if the bitch was not crazy enough on her own. Mismatched eyes steadied themselves and she spoke. ”Well that little one will be quicker and meaner then anything seen before with her breeding.” At that moment she could here the sound of nails on stone. A strange sound yet familiar. The little fuzzy creature appeared and made a high pitched squeal of a sound. Her eyes widened and she lowered her head to ground so the little mongrel could crawl on her head and down her body. It placed it's self on her croup and stared at the brute with and evil expression. The odd mare started making a strange humming noise almost like a purr. The rodent lowered it's self to all fours. It walked in several small circles like a dog restlessly trying to find a comfortable spot. Finally he laid down. But his eyes were still fixed on the male horse. He barley tolerated Warlord, Norml was certain he would be the same with the boy too. Featuring;; Norml ll 6 ll 15.2 ll American mustang paint ll Right blue, left brown ll buckskin overo ll Pets;;RAT - ferret, black grey white, male, young, cranky grumpy mean mischievous Tags;;Warlord Muse;;meh Notes;; figured some drama would be a good way to get them reacquainted lol Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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Revolver's mind squared itself on the fact that she just was one of those who's soul just seemed to want to confuse this whole world. She would make a good brood mare regardless and should she bear a son, she may raise him right. Maybe.

To make it even better, she had a filthy rodent as her little companion. He sneered at the stag and Revolver simply ignored the little patch of fur. Saints didn't need companions in his view, though if sharing the same thoughts as the owner, sometimes exceptions could be made.

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[bg=000000] i dont The brute didn't seem to say much. He was so nonchalant and well vacant. Buckskin lady pranced in place for a moment before settling down once more. The caves were so cool. Her body was thankful for the break from the heat. believe in The rat hissed at the male and batted its tiny paws angrily at the air. He was obviously frustrated and anxious. Norml pressed her thorns to her skull and glared at the rodent showing her teeth. fairytales She turned her attention back to the brute. His words were deceiving and at first she thought they were directed as an insult to her unborn filly and she gave the male the same expression as the furry critter and stomped her hoof on the ground. Then she realized he could mean the rodent. ”Be more specific what you are referring to please.” Her tone was sharp. Featuring;; Norml ll 6 ll 15.2 ll American mustang paint ll Right blue, left brown ll buckskin overo ll Pets;;RAT - ferret, black grey white, male, young, cranky grumpy mean mischievous Tags;;revolver Muse;;meh Notes;; this is terrible i know Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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At first the stupid mare seemed to take offense to his words, which wouldn't have bothered Revolver either way, however, he felt he should humor her, granted someday she be under his rule. I don't waste my breath on meaningless creatures. he flicked a black hark her way, almost lazily. I was referring to you.

Simply stated. Effective. He was charmed almost by this creature and the one that seemed to be her companion. It was a pity in his eyes to see a rodent be under the control of a horse, since it seemed that this little creature was the only thing she could control. He remembered the days when Concerto had a golden eagle, Rafael, but he was certain that creature had long since died. However, the brute entertained the thought of the eagle having a late-in-the-day snack with this little skittering creature at his feet.

Holy shit he annoyed Revolver.

But the more the merrier!

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