Condannare // Male // The Syndicate wip

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Foal Name: Condannare
Parents: Harkness x Capo Donna
Siblings from Same Breeding: Vittoria
Desired Alliance: The Syndicate

Sample Post:

[smear:162a41]CONDANNARE[/smear:00d6c5:1]
You ain't gonna kill me in cold blood are ya?
^{[smear:162a41]NAH, I'LL LET YA WARM UP FIRST.[/smear:00d6c5]}

The look upon the colt's face could burn a hole through any solid object. It was an utterly irritated look that radiated hatred. The hatred that oozed off of the champagne colt dripped like honey but there was nothing sweet about it. Every ounce of this hatred was for the area the splashed male stood in. His oval daggers did not sink into the dirt of this land; like they did in the sands of Reach. But the painted hessian was far from the heat of his home. He stood, belly deep in snow in the lands of Cocytus. His entire pelt was frosted over and his tiny body shivered. It was fucking spring for crying out loud! White and black nares flared in annoyance. He was not built for the cold, especially due to his health. He was smaller than his sister by a long shot and especially his two cousins. One of his 'cousins' was walking ahead of him but hadn't noticed that the champagne colt had stopped. Con huffed and looked down at Panda, the female Red Panda of his cousin. She gave him a curious look before bounding after Satanael.

Con closed his striped orbs, gathering the motivation to even move. 'You will freeze to death if you do not come, cousin.' The comment was clearly not meant to insult or be rude in anyway but Con couldn't help but retort. "Thanks for the tip, Captain Obvious." He ground out as he opened his eyes to stare upon his horned cousin; giving him an utterly unamused face. The small colt was a bit sore around his cousins and his sister, he was the smallest. Literally. He was small and weak and it bothered the colt that his cousins grew large everyday and his sister grew stronger while he stayed weak and feeble. At that moment, his legs were tired and he just wanted to lay down, but he knew if he did, he'd die out here. Reluctantly, he picked up his lanky and weak legs to shuffle through the snow. He veered off of his path and cut into the path that Satanael was taking. The smokey cream colt looked at Con in amusement. 'Lighten up won't you, Connie?' The reversed fiery opts of Satanael betrayed his straight facade. He worried for Condannare but the younger colt just shrugged. 'Satty, I'd rather be moving so we don't freeze to death.' His accented vocals stated matter of factly.

Satanael shook his head and continued on, trudging through the snow, Panda not far behind him and Condannare trailing closely behind. They pushed through the snow, heading back to Reach. Satan had wanted to speak to his mother about something but she had not been in Cocytus. Con had no idea why his cousin had decided to drag him along. He suspected it was to get his mind off the filly that had turned him down. She was quite the beauty too. Pale locks and mocha skin. He smiled briefly at the thought but quickly pushed it away and moped silently in his head. 'Do not mope around forever, Connie.' Satanael spoke, his rumbling vocals already building in his young body. Con rolled his eyes and steeled himself. 'Women aren't to be moped upon; she'll be nothin' but a broad in the past in a couple'a days.' He brushed off the feelings and shrugged nonchalantly. He had always been good at keeping his emotions in check and playing out the right ones, not letting anyone know his inner workings. He called it his defense mechanism, something the Gods had given to him to counter-act his stature and health.

The two traveled a good distance, bickering back and forth along the way. 'Mother is going to have your hide for saying that.' Satanael mused, in a serious tone and Con gave him a look. The mare Witchcrypt did not frighten him but he did not want to mess with her either, because quite frankly, The Meta did spook him and he figured displeasing the brindled mare was a direct link of Meta. At least that's what Condannare had in his head. 'Capo Uomo would be the one to worry me, your madre on the other hand, not so much.' He stated matter-of-factly and grinned as the ice faded from his bones and his aching limbs felt a bit lighter, though they were bothering him more than he would have liked. 'Where is your madre anyways? It's not like she's hard to spot.' A chuckle came from Satanael and Condannare couldn't help the grin that plastered on his face. Slowly he joined Satan in his chuckle. 'It's true though, she stands out pretty well. But she's too abrasive for me; I dunno how Capo Uomo deals with'er or what he sees in'er. No offense, your ma is a...well, no offense.' He shrugged, not finding a good word that was not insulting.

Satan gave him a look, 'None taken.' He rumbled, eyes moving from Con to another colt that suddenly walked up. The duo halted, Con's tiny body once again making him the smallest. His eyes narrow instantly and he took on a rough expression; the colt gave him a glance before looking back at Satanael. 'You two are on my property. I suggest you leave.' Before Satan could reply, Con stepped up, 'Is that a threat? Ya better hope it isn't.' The colt looked over and down at Con and grinned, clearly not affected by the champagne male's words. 'It was a promise, shorty.' Satanael stepped forward but Con spoke up again; 'Watch where yer steppin' before I have't burn ya.' Before the other colt could reply, Satan slammed into him and sent him reeling onto the ground; a grin forming on Condannare's face as she strode up in his crooked walk and pressed one small hoof on the colt's neck. 'Now, I suggest ya say sorry.' He said and Satan snorted and pressed his large hoof on the colt's leg. The colt cried out and Con pressed down on his neck, cutting the cry off. 'Answer me!' He snarled, 'Okay okay! I'm sorry! Please! I mean't no harm!' Satan lifted his hoof and Con chuckled, a grin forming on his face as he let the colt up. 'Good choice. Now, we ain't got any beef.' He grinned and the colt nodded before running off.

They watched him go and then Con turned to walk towards Reach. Satan followed behind, Panda bounding along behind them. 'That went well.' He said as they crossed Reach's border. Con grinned, flicking his little tail and chuckled in agreement. A cry broke out and both sets of ears shot up and heads turned. 'That sounded painful.' Con said and his limbs wobbled towards the sound, Satanael following behind him. They came around the corner and there stood Vittoria, hovering over another filly with Cyclone to the side. The two males stood there, straight and stiff in a trance. Then Con noticed the filly was the one that had blown him off and then insulted his height and small stature. 'Let me bust a kneecap!' Con called out and trotted up to his twin and other cousin. Satan chuckled and walked to his twin, the two sharing a glance. Con sneered in the filly's face before stomping on her fragile and growing knee and relishing in her cry. 'Women are so over-rated.'