The heraldic pushed himself ahead of the group, long tail whipping through the air with his head held high. He seemed to have a lot of confidence for quite the young stallion, but that didn't bother him...or most of the party. Except for one.
Hellish was staring at the stallion with a disgruntled expression, watching the other trot through without a care. It was...foolish. He would te him off if it didn't mean he would probably get kicked in the face.

Chant and Reverend were both still rather quiet. It was hard to believe that somehow these two were related...they hardly looked alike. And yet, the moment the young stallion strut up to the party asking to tag along, he looked at Hellish and greeted him as his dad.
Whatever the reason was for the puck not bringing it up prior wasn't really the other two to pry into. To them, Hellish was just the brawn of the party, a hopeful guard that they could depend on to get them out of trouble. Nothing much more than that.

The heraldic—named Arthur—continued ahead for a hit before suddenly stopping as he nearly ran into a metal grate in the path. His ears turned rigid and he bent his head down, studying the grate with a curious expression before shrieking as a haunted breath pushed through the bars. A strange monster with a skull for a head pushed through, soulless eyes wide and jaw slightly unhinged as it begged with a whisper. "Please...let me join you."

Perhaps if Chant and Reverend weren't there then Arthur would have accepted, knowing that Hellish didn't seem too keen on intervening. However, Chant quickly pushed himself between the grate and Arthur, glaring at the young stallion with a huff. "No way. Not again. This freak only wants to—"
CLAMP.
Chant screamed as the jaws clung to his leg this time, old and rigid teeth digging into the thin skin. Its hooves dug into the ground, body trembling as it tried desperately to pull Chant's leg through the grate, yelling nonsense with a few cries mixed in.

Arthur's eyes widened as he watched, his cowardice quickly winning him over as he ran to hide behind his father. Hellish only glared at the younger courser while Reverend sighs and hurries to help his comrade. "We really need to stop getting close enough for this to hang on! I cannot keep saving you!"

Chant grunts and desperately tugs at his leg. "Scolding later. Help now!!" He huffs.

The heraldic pushed himself ahead of the group, long tail whipping through the air with his head held high. He seemed to have a lot of confidence for quite the young stallion, but that didn't bother him...or most of the party. Except for one.
Hellish was staring at the stallion with a disgruntled expression, watching the other trot through without a care. It was...foolish. He would te him off if it didn't mean he would probably get kicked in the face.

Chant and Reverend were both still rather quiet. It was hard to believe that somehow these two were related...they hardly looked alike. And yet, the moment the young stallion strut up to the party asking to tag along, he looked at Hellish and greeted him as his dad.
Whatever the reason was for the puck not bringing it up prior wasn't really the other two to pry into. To them, Hellish was just the brawn of the party, a hopeful guard that they could depend on to get them out of trouble. Nothing much more than that.

Chant's ears twisted and turned as he watched the young stallion trot ahead without a care. He glanced at Hellish, who still seemed incredibly unamused by their company. "Soo...how did you come across him?"

Hellish narrowed his eyes down at Chant, slowing his steps for a moment before he simply shook his head and continued forward. "The magic in this world didn't favor me. That is all."

The heraldic—named Arthur—continued ahead for a hit before suddenly stopping as he nearly ran into a metal grate in the path. His ears turned rigid and he bent his head down, studying the grate with a curious expression before shrieking as a haunted breath pushed through the bars. A strange monster with a skull for a head pushed through, soulless eyes wide and jaw slightly unhinged as it begged with a whisper. "Please...let me join you."

Perhaps if Chant and Reverend weren't there then Arthur would have accepted, knowing that Hellish didn't seem too keen on intervening. However, Chant quickly pushed himself between the grate and Arthur, glaring at the young stallion with a huff. "No way. Not again. This freak only wants to—"
CLAMP.
Chant screamed as the jaws clung to his leg this time, old and rigid teeth digging into the thin skin. Its hooves dug into the ground, body trembling as it tried desperately to pull Chant's leg through the grate, yelling nonsense with a few cries mixed in.

Arthur's eyes widened as he watched, his cowardice quickly winning him over as he ran to hide behind his father. Hellish only glared at the younger courser while Reverend sighs and hurries to help his comrade. "We really need to stop getting close enough for this to hang on! I cannot keep saving you!"

Chant grunts and desperately tugs at his leg. "Scolding later. Help now!!" He huffs. He was beginning to think that he might want to bring a bucket of lethal acid to burn away this rancid creature...but considering it didn't have a head and a bucket would not withstand acid...it was a very stupid thought.