One for the Gentleman (Cate)

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Armand's territory was much more livable in the autumn months.

He always expected the most newcomers in the spring and fall, as the conditions in the bayou during the more extreme months often sent them packing. Icy swamps and burning bayous were not considered comfortable for non-natives. Devereaux had announced the arrivals of a few new horses months earlier, though Armand had seen few of them. At this rate, the old codger almost considered his son the king without even a proper coronation.

His memory had begun to fail him at his age. Perhaps he had met the new ones, but he simply did not remember when. It was nothing to be ashamed of, though it did make him the smallest bit self-conscious. In truth, Armand had lived his life with an arrogant and bitter disposition... No sense changing now.

The muddy king stood weak today, his hooves out of water or filth for the first time in days. Natives preferred to keep their feet and legs submerged during hotter months, for comfort's sake. Of course, they stayed as far away from the alligators as possible. It was almost difficult to move his caked legs as he started a slow walk toward the Arbrere, the shelter of swamp royals for generations. The mud was dry and it cracked as he moved. He lifted his head, his faded blue eyes gazing upon the familiar sight of his tree. Devereaux didn't understand the tree's importance... Not yet. He was too young and reckless. He was not quite ready for the throne.

OOC: Eh.

[nala]

Catherine.
"If you're still breathing you're the lucky ones,
Because most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs."

Cate... Cate... Catie... Cate. The bird sang quietly to his love as he floated on the breeze above her. His vibrant red coloring was a perfect match to her pristine white that cut across the dirt of the bayou. Catherine and Pip had grown up in the mountains, dry and rocky lands that showed just as little forgiveness if not less then Bastein. To be completely honest the mare enjoyed the harsh lifestyle that came with both territories. She thrived on danger and laughed in the face of death. She saw the visions and she knew that if they wanted to take her life they would have a long long time ago.

"Shh." She whispered up to her companion, beckoning him down to her. He landed softly with a tickle just between her ears, listening for direction. "Someones coming, Pip." She was always carefully with the fragile bird. He was her only friend, truly, and a shy one at that. As he took off from her she tensed, readying herself to put on the mask she wore so often it had become a way of life. Catherine was wicked through and through. Only Pip new her nice side. She heard his call and knew he'd found the on coming stranger.

ooc: mer. maybe shes gonna be nice? xD

[Hud]

OOC: Should we continue this, seeing as Cate is in the desert now? xD

[nala]

occ: maybe it should wait a bit <3