LightningWolf913

Achernar was a foolish, clumsy dunce ninety percent of the time. He was an oaf, fumbling over his words, blushing at the softest of compliments, shying away from confrontation. However, he was undeniably sweet, and he was useful to Alcyone for the sort of image that she wanted presented of her herd. He was harmless, he was a pushover, he was easily influenced. She could make this herd whatever she wanted, however she wanted, and he would not argue because she had him wrapped up like a bug in a web. He wasn’t even trying to escape, like he was sunk deep into some intoxicated stupor, following her with his tail between his legs and stars in his eyes. She often watched him interact with the rest of the herd, speaking softly to Catelyn and asking her how Lysa was growing. He played with her filly and always let her win. She was coming to think that she was the biggest strongest foal in the world. For all intents and purposes, right now, she was the biggest and strongest of the bunch and