So fragile so precise [open]

[Shoe-Sama]

leaves from the vine falling so slow
like fragile tiny shells

His ears pulled forward towards the wind as he gave out a small sigh. The fall cold was nothing compared to the winter cold, but he wasn't even sure how cold it would get here. Nox was in a totally new territory, he had only recently come to the Syndicate as a Mercenary. At the moment, the black and blue stallion was just trying to have a life again. Though of course, that was easier said then done. He turned his head as his hooves carried him around in the sand. Everyone here seemed friendly enough, not that his face helped any. It looked like someone had forever placed a rain cloud over his head. He flicked his tail upwards giving a snort before lifting his head again to explore the place with his eyes.

Nox wondered if he would be accepted here, if there would be stallions like his old home. He certainly hoped not, he didn't want to get kicked out of a family just as he had before. Though that would only be if they hurt someone close to him, and at the moment he didn't have anyone close to him. In due time he would, obviously he would. That was how life worked and he was no stranger to that, it wasn't like he had given up hope, he just naturally had this face on him. That much was obvious about the stallion. At the moment those who approached him, could instantly assume he was an emotionless freak unless they really payed attention to the signs he made. His gestures of the body. Nox shook his head free of any sand that was still sticking to his blue mane. The imperfections didn't bother him, but the feeling of sand, just seemed off from the fields he had grown up in.

Syndicate | 305 | YAY FIRST POST HOPE IM DOING THIS RIGHT

KRATOS + ADDABARRIOS

[Kayi]

Alas the stallions traveling companion wasn't too far behind, something had distracted her which in turn had cause the mare to pause and stare. A hawk or some other predatory bird had caught her eye. Those that saw her would assume she was nothing more then a simple black mare, which in some ways was correct. However once the sun set and the darkness took over the lands; those markings upon her form would begin to emanate their glow. They never showed save for in the darkness, making her to say a useful 'night light' strange as it was. But something she was equally proud of. That attention was snapped to what was at hand, as those amethyst eyes tore it self from the bird and onto the black form of the one she had been traveling with for the last two weeks. Vythica hadn't gotten him to know him much, but he had so far put up with her strange and chaotic ways; some times violent. There was much more time to pass between the two of them before the got to know each other well; simply they had agreed to travel with one another for it seemed less lonely and trying on ones nerves.

However, she was feeling a bit mischievous. No doubt he was being his seemingly emotionless self still, so those hooves pounded into action as the mare pinned those ears against that equine skull of hers and charged forth. Quite a bit of distance was between the both of them, allowing her to shift into a full on run. One she used to close the distance rather quickly. That head dipped down just enough to place a nip upon his rump with a teasing smirked splayed across her visage once more; occasionally she would act out like this, much akin to a child at times. Being quite rare in it self. "No need to be so gloomy, Nox." A bit of a tease, quite having commented on such more then once during their travels, knowing not to annoy him too much. Standing there, just to his left she watched him and waited for his response ignoring those who maybe coming.

Shoe-Sama Δ Beauty With The Booty | Wee~ | Le rusty..and Vy is..playful tonight.

Kratos

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

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This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage..

Incubus eyes watched the display before them. The two black equines were romping about, or at least one was, the other seemed to have no sliver of emotion within its body, what so ever. Not that that bothered the pale coltine. Half of the members of the Syndicate were more like that than anything else. He had smelt the duo's scent long ago and had decided to greet them, far away from the entrance of Reach. While he did not think these two could do much damage to the inhabitants of Reach, he wasn't exactly a trusting colt. The first filly he some what liked had vanished and now he was left alone. It had soured his mood considerably, but his twin, Cyclone, wouldn't let him mope around. He shifted his large plates and slid down the dune. He was quite a site. A smokey cream in color with soot colored brindles melding into a inky blanket, showing is appaloosa breeding. From crest to tail dock, ancient writing danced along his spine in a smokey black. Three black horns protruded from his face, shining and sharp upon his skull. His tail was long and prehensile, taking on the look of a lion's tail, hair growing from base to tip underneath, and a beard tuft was growing on his chin. His eyes were just like his sire's, the lead of this land. It just so happened that his so called father was busy. The palomino brute had returned, but now he was gone again, he didn't know if he was dealing with someone else or with his Mother, but either way, Satanael had taken it upon himself to 'greet' these two new comers.

He stop in his slide, stumbling slightly and feeling his face go red, hoping the duo didn't see his little trip. He gathered himself, his little companion trotting along side him. She was a female Red Panda, named Panda...how original. His twin had her twin brother, named Red. Red was born first, followed by Panda... Red Panda. And his twin brother was born first and he himself was born second, which was appropriate. He looked down at the little red demon and snorted as she jogged behind him, huffing and puffing. This desert climate was not her forte but she stayed at his side nonetheless. Soon the near eighteen hand colt came upon them. It was clear he was still young. Not yet old enough to breed. But he was already towering over both of these equine. When he reached his full height, the colt would easily stand nineteen point three hands, towering over even his sire. He pulled himself to a halt, right before the two, red and gold eyes watching them tensely. His face was a blank mask, the earlier show of emotion was gone from his face, he was all business now. "What brings you here?" He nearly commanded, but kept his voice terse and quick, hoping to let them know, the Syndicate was not a playground. He eyed the mare momentarily, remembering when he was like her, always playing and wanting to do things other than training.

Shoe-Sama Kayi