✗ Ѧ C H A K
"the martyr"
"the martyr"
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Stallion || Five Years Old
Mares: Tvarika
"This is a cold war.
You better know what
you're fighting for.
This is a cold war.
Do you know what
you're fighting for?"
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Mares: Tvarika
"This is a cold war.
You better know what
you're fighting for.
This is a cold war.
Do you know what
you're fighting for?"
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- ⊱ Achak snorted, drumming his hooves along the other stallions' flanks, withers, and back. He felt a sharp kick in his chest and winced slightly before twisting his large body and stepping away. He would participate no more in this useless fighting. He sent a scathing glare over his shoulder, pretending to retreat, then whirling and planting his hooves in the dirt.
"Leave, now. It's finished." he rumbled, words low and full of menace. He would see to it that this younger stallion knew his place - if Apollo had to fight that hard for one mare, he was obviously desperate. And Achak already had a mare.











