Peregrine stares with intrigue at the piles of barding scattered across the ground, a mixture of both old and new, or so he thought given the degree of erosion and rusting. Perhaps it was the rot caused by the humidity or the splash of old blood, like spots of dark brown dirt; their edges flaking and crackling as he nudges a helm off to the side. The helm's plumage once a deep red, now fading and pinked with stone dust and the crush of hooves that passed along. The battlefield, or better to s...

Peregrine rubs the metal and blade perserving oils onto his weapon, the half-empty glass vial rolling next to his sleeping mat and various sets of stained and well used rags. The sword glows red from the crack in the stone leading to the second floor, the gusts of hot air pushing at his scraggly dark locs from his eyes and set a faint glimmer sweat across his brow. They had chosen the spot both for the light and the warmth, after traveling the length and that much more, they have learned how ...

Peregrine trots ahead from his charge, Aquilo, into the next room and presses his dark velvety snout low to the ground as he take heavy sniffs looking for any signs of particularly ordorous creatures that may take this area as a den or at the very least frequent the depths. Dust clouds waft into the air as he disturbs it with hoof and blasts of exhaled air born from wide nostrils. Thick scraggly and shaggy dark mane flops against his forehead and down the sides of his chiseled cheeks and jawl...

Aquilo settles his head onto the fine fabric of their saddlebags, readying himself to be claimed by the sands of time, long wavy and wispy strands of his pale mane splayed around like the halo of the sun upon the bright metallic barding of his Sire's and Dam's warriors. Each slow breath of his companion Peregrine, as he took the first watch of the evening, dark eyes searing over his prone form causes his lids to drag further and further down; relaxed and warm with the certainty that if someth...

Aquilo steps light, his silvered slight hooves dancing as if he were gliding across the Dungeon stone flooring rather than the simple prancing gait he oft used; head and neck bouncing. He turns his head to the side, sweeping his pallid blue silver mane over his shoulder as the ends tease the dirt piling beneath their hooves and his light lashes flutter from the cloud of dust kicked up; flashing his round dewy orbs. Soft grey eyes catch along the length of Peregrine's dark brown bulging...

Aquilo dancing contently on his dainty hooves, the metallic glittering silver shown bright and like unto the flash of a drawn blade in the lantern light; sharp, blinding, but yet gentle and beautiful. He has been enjoying the opportunity to delve, especially given that he was let out of the sight of his Sire's and Dam's regiment and Order; left alone to be like any other normal Courser with his only friend. Well, you could say he was the most excited by the fact that he was allowed to wander ...

Aquilo gazes over the glittering clear and taut exterior of the pool, a consistent drip pouring from the ceiling and disturbing the surface with its tiny droplets. He hums with consideration, head tilting side to side, wispy strands of wavy silvery-blue mane flutters in the wake of his head. Pale silver eyes flash in his skull as he watches the small squirming invertebrates swim at the deepest end, they appeared harmless in designation. No claws, no hooks, fangs, or envemoned fins or quills; ...

Aquilo bobs his head in appreciation, this would be his first outing or well inning to the Dungeon since his guided tours underneath the helpful hooves of the Dungeon Charters, his Sire and Dam, and a huge force of Coursers that served his Sire's reign. Now, he was in the depths with only a single servant, better yet to say Peregrine was his manservant, closer advisor and confidant. A friend if you will. A friend that was sworn to his and his own safety whilst delving beneath th...