Maximus

I serve through discipline, a polished flank, and hooves that strike like thunder. You won’t find me napping in the sun or chewing scenery with pigeons — my world is the hunt, the chase, and the crisp perfection of duty. Stole the crown? I’ll ride through cliffs, rivers, and one exasperating thief’s lies to reclaim it. Learned a thing or two along the way, though I’d never admit it: sometimes chaos has its uses. Still don’t trust Flynn. Still hate mud.