DAMM HOSS
I've been playing a bit of Skyrim. Prancing along like the happy-go-lucky warrior Orc I am, I came across a bandit on the road who had recently been a victim of Imperial justice. Next to him, his very much alive and rather pretty horse. Sweet, said I, free horse.
A short travel later, we came upon a ruined castle infested with more bandits. Naturally, I ran in and used my Whoop-Ass Can Opener to start maliciously tenderizing them. Lo and behold, Free Horse ran in behind me and started kicking in some faces of its own accord! Sweet, said I, badass horse!
In the far northern reaches of the province, a day's travel away, I finally dismounted Badass Horse outside of battle for the first time. I rummaged through a chest of goodies outside a dungeon, turned around and... Badass Horse was gone. After some frantic searching, I found Badass Horse trundling along the road that led back to where I found him, next to his ex-owner. Sweet, said I, loyal horse.
But dammit, I want a horse loyal to me.
A short travel later, we came upon a ruined castle infested with more bandits. Naturally, I ran in and used my Whoop-Ass Can Opener to start maliciously tenderizing them. Lo and behold, Free Horse ran in behind me and started kicking in some faces of its own accord! Sweet, said I, badass horse!
In the far northern reaches of the province, a day's travel away, I finally dismounted Badass Horse outside of battle for the first time. I rummaged through a chest of goodies outside a dungeon, turned around and... Badass Horse was gone. After some frantic searching, I found Badass Horse trundling along the road that led back to where I found him, next to his ex-owner. Sweet, said I, loyal horse.
But dammit, I want a horse loyal to me.