galileo kodarki
A tug, a pull, and once again, a stumble -- Galileo was firmly attached to the crags of the Elatus Canyon. Drawing a sharp breath every time he tried to drag his hoof free, he attempted to use his muzzle to nudge the rocks that had piled on top away. His efforts were to no avail, and he angrily snapped back around so he was facing forward, his brow furrowed in anger.
He suddenly became very aware that he was being watched, and he cursed himself for letting his guard down. It seemed to be common practice these days for Galileo to not be fully switched on and aware of his environment. Perhaps it was because he was getting older, and the warrior in him was subsiding, or perhaps it was because he no longer cared if he was in danger at any given moment. The fight or flight instincts they so spoke about in creatures? For the stallion, it did not hold weight.
Luckily, it wasn't a predator in front of him, but a lilac coloured mare. She was very pretty, if a little too delicate, like a flower petal that would be blown away with just one breath. Even if his current predicament, with her looking down on him, he still felt that he would tower above her. The look of concern on her face made Galileo feel all the worse -- the Warhammer, stuck, in a predicament, unable to move. And this dainty woman thought she could help him?
Galileo could only imagine how he looked. He hadn't been to the oasis in a week, and thus, his mane was tangled and ratty. His white legs -- that is, the three that were visible -- were stained bronze from the dirt and his golden eyes were unusually sunken.
"Ma'am," he greeted her, if a little coldly. "I am unsure if... you can help in any way. Don't trouble yourself."
He had always been a man of few words, but as he once again tried to prise himself from the canyon's jaws, he once again felt himself failing. Stubborn pride, he noted, had not ceased to be in full force.
"I'm sorry," He admitted, bending his head to make himself look less menacing. "Any help you can give would be appreciated."
Galileo did not know how to proceed, and he turned to the woman, hoping that she had brighter ideas than he.
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@Willoughby
he do b a bit cold
He suddenly became very aware that he was being watched, and he cursed himself for letting his guard down. It seemed to be common practice these days for Galileo to not be fully switched on and aware of his environment. Perhaps it was because he was getting older, and the warrior in him was subsiding, or perhaps it was because he no longer cared if he was in danger at any given moment. The fight or flight instincts they so spoke about in creatures? For the stallion, it did not hold weight.
Luckily, it wasn't a predator in front of him, but a lilac coloured mare. She was very pretty, if a little too delicate, like a flower petal that would be blown away with just one breath. Even if his current predicament, with her looking down on him, he still felt that he would tower above her. The look of concern on her face made Galileo feel all the worse -- the Warhammer, stuck, in a predicament, unable to move. And this dainty woman thought she could help him?
Galileo could only imagine how he looked. He hadn't been to the oasis in a week, and thus, his mane was tangled and ratty. His white legs -- that is, the three that were visible -- were stained bronze from the dirt and his golden eyes were unusually sunken.
"Ma'am," he greeted her, if a little coldly. "I am unsure if... you can help in any way. Don't trouble yourself."
He had always been a man of few words, but as he once again tried to prise himself from the canyon's jaws, he once again felt himself failing. Stubborn pride, he noted, had not ceased to be in full force.
"I'm sorry," He admitted, bending his head to make himself look less menacing. "Any help you can give would be appreciated."
Galileo did not know how to proceed, and he turned to the woman, hoping that she had brighter ideas than he.
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he do b a bit cold
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