A smirk, a steady beat of hooves. The sound that could echo in the nightmares of those that have crossed the stallion. He is striking in features, blue roan body with ebony stripes and a splash of white across his lower limbs. His mane is cut short, a warriors trim to keep out of the fray when he plays in the shadows. He is tall and stocky, betraying the draft blood that is mixed into his veins. Acid eyes travel along the beings that travel around him as he approaches the court itself. 

The vagabond stallion had been listening in the shadows, sent ahead by his master to scout for certain individuals. To seek out his wayward children... A challenge that the rogue had accepted with great amusement. The creature danced through the crowds, eyes and ears ready for any sign of his quarry. Even with his task, there was a part of him that was ready for fun... for a break... for a challenge. 

The stallion stopped in a shadowy area, his acid eyes drifting to the dagger that kept attached to his rear leg. It was currently clean, though there was etches across the Damascus blade from the acids and poisons that he drenched the steel in. The smirk was back... He was ready for anything. Flipping his head, he settled in to watch those around him. Listened for any words that related to his quarry.. Shaye watched and waited...




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"Speaking."
Notes: Shaye has arrived!