Man on a Mission Pt.2 { Chester }

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N O V A K

Phase two, rather part B, of his to-do list was in effect. This wasn’t a mare mission, oh no, Novak was on the lookout for an old “friend”. Rather a half blind stallion Novak had known when the two were both foals, oh yes they went way back. Good old Chester, he was one of the nice guys, a brute that Novak could easily control and put to work doing medial things, such as fetching herd mares. Mind you Novak was a tad picky… Eh, worst case scenario he could just pick through the mares Chester brought home. Or something to that affect… Why did Novak want the pintaloosa? Balance out the sexes he guessed, or maybe he actually liked the guy, who the hell knew with Novak. Liked the guy. Novak laughed, not quite bitterly, at the thought - but the more he thought about it the idea seemed possible, scary stuff. True he was a tad mean to the guy, but that was just Novak, he was kind of a brute and didn’t really excel at being kind, or loyal… or anything positive really.

Whatever the reason was Novak was in the bachelor portion of the forest looking for his old punching bag, Chester. His smell was about the place, a hint of familiarity amongst the stew of smells that baffled Novak’s senses. So many young males, all combating for top dog, their stench drove his testosterone levels skyward. Thank god he was past this nonsense, king of Tjos, no gangly bachelor in this damned terrain could match his superiority. He shook his shaggy alabaster head, snorting as he did so before bellowing out; his authority brought a menacing note to the beckoning. “Chester! I know you’re around here somewhere, the king of Tjos demands your presence!” He sneered at his surroundings momentarily, then reflex took over and his face wiped itself of any distinct expression. He was a blank canvas, alert and observant, but otherwise emotionless in the barren woods as he awaited his pet’s arrival.

OOC: Chester + Novak = <3

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