Dad's with Guns (open)

[nala]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][cs=7][bg=000000] » Lost lost lost. Pilate shook his flashy black head in the snowy tree above. Master's daughter up and ran off to be lost. The bird continued his shaking, making tisk sounds all the while. He didn't even realize his movements were causing a shower of snow to fall from the branches aimed directly at his "master's" head. » Pilate! The brutish voice of the coldblood stallion was enough to knock any bird to its feet, but Caiaphas knew that it would be time wasted should he peruse a argument with his pea brained friend. Instead, the smokey black stallion shook his head with a low grumble, returning the snow to its rightful place upon the frozen winter ground. His growl, although lower then low, was surely audible to the high flying bird, for as soon as the sounds hit Pilate's ears he retreated out of site. » Caiaphas stood still in the icy snow watching the bird float off. His anger simmering to the low rolling boil that was often found in him when he was away from home. The mountains where Caiaphas' first love, and although he'd always enjoyed deciduous trees, the place's he traveled to always had bad memories attached to them. The mountains, although also attached to some ghosts, had all of the studs good memories and also harbored all of his kin. What kind of stallion would abandon their kin? » And thus the reason he'd traveled here. After the meeting with the large red stud, Caiaphas had lost sight of his daughter. He'd thought it wise, at the time, to leave her to her silence. Caiaphas had duties not only to her, but to his new born nephew, the Prince of his home. Lycia had chosen not to stay with her cold, calculating kin. This, however, would not stop Caiaphas' stalking ways. As the days drew on, closer and closer to the impending doom of winter, Caiaphas left his nephew's side, biding his newest obsession, Precious, good days and trekked on to find his daughter. In his mind she would always need rescuing. OOC: anyone care for some grumpy creeper time?