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Why do we wander? - Grimalkin - 01-01-2015 Dark and yet crisp, the night draped its dark cloak over the realm. Misted breaths evaporated swiftly as the promise of dawn teased the edges of the horizon. The stallion walked onwards.
His steps were not clunky and hulking, but rather taken with a practised, refined grace, the swing in his step as natural as the breath that rolled in and out of his nostrils. Muscles rippled beneath the dark sheen of his pelt, the mottled palomino shade trimmed by crème stockings, beard and tresses. Casually, he flicked his tail to slap against his flank, a shot of white against a sweat-darkened hide. He wandered, as many had done before him, towards a realm that held the potential to change the view the stallion had of himself and the world around him. The stallion sensed when a change had occurred upon the lands, his skin prickled as all the hairs stood on end, his nostrils considered a breath carefully before he chose to walk onwards. There was something different about this land – different at least, to the lands he had been wandering previously, lands that were owned by different gods perhaps. Eyes of a deep green rolled about their sockets, his ears swivelled atop his brutish crown as he considered the forest around him. He nodded to himself, yes, this will do, as he weaved his generous breadth through the foliage with practised ease. [ ooc :: starting post is starting post... Open to any - no real plans for him yet ;D ] colourize-stock & larfsalot @deviantart RE: Why do we wander? - Torleik - 01-01-2015
RE: Why do we wander? - Grimalkin - 01-02-2015
Movement drew the gaze of the stallion, who looked carefully at this new information provided to him by the little griffin. Sharp, green eyes pierced the early morning light to consider whether this avian feline would prove a threat, though all it seemed to do was flit amongst the trees - perhaps it was startled to see him. A wry grin curved the corner of his maw, it was not unusual for those outside of his family to find him intimidating - even if he was still technically growing, his full potential not yet filled out, but the promise of what was to come certainly was. His neck and rump contained the most muscles - neck and shoulder needed the bulk to carry the vast antlers that rested behind his ears, and his haunches needed to propel the weight of his bones and body. The rest was still filling in, bulking out - it was the curse of his heavy breeding, to grow so slowly, but with that slow and steady growth, came the guarantee of great strength.
The steed continued forward, amusement glittering behind his eyes as his ears alerted him to the approach of another, this time a ground-dweller. With a small nod, Grimalkin assessed his opponent swiftly and without reconsideration, his gaze drinking what he needed to of his appearance while his ears swallowed the sounds crafted by the beast's tongue just as instantly. His assessment was carefully guarded in the recesses of his mind, his expression showing mild curiosity and an openness to continue conversing with this creature who held at least enough intelligence to string some words together. Grim's footsteps had halted as the other had begun talking, though his deep, burnt hide rippled still beneath the dappled rays of sunlight trickling through the canopy. "One of the things you say is true." The stallion's voice was not the deepest nor most gravelly voice to exist, but it was thick with an accent associated with the continent of Russia; another world away, merely a reference for the vocals that fell from his carefully manipulated tongue and lips. The smirk that had begun when the griffin had first appeared grew now, a small, polite smile given with the purpose of soothing any worries his appearance might have caused; yes, he was 'friendly', at least in the sense that he did not mean this stallion and his companion harm, at this moment. "Perhaps you could tell me which." He added, before the silence stretched on so long that the situation became awkward and he was forced to put into motion a different action, a different course, to the one currently presented to him. Perhaps he would do that anyway; but not now -later. [ OOC :: @ [Torleik] Hope that is a bit better? It's just a temp table until I can be bothered coming up with something more interesting anyway lol. Thanks for the reply! <3] colourize-stock & larfsalot @deviantart RE: Why do we wander? - Torleik - 01-03-2015
RE: Why do we wander? - Grimalkin - 01-05-2015
It was only as the nearness of their forms was realised that the great brute noticed the strangeness of the stallion before him. Emerald pools glanced to the footprints of the steed, where small patches of ice lingered for but a moment before vanishing beneath the heat of the season. A single brow raised as Grim digested the information; apparently magic runs through the veins of these creatures, he reflected upon his homeland, where magic was obtained mostly from the environment around them. He accepted this new information swiftly though; he would need all the information he could get should he decide to continue past this Threshold and into the lands this Torleik called Helovia.
The smile upon his maw became more genuine as the steed before him proved to hold more than a mere handful of brain cells; he actually attempted to riddle out the few words Grim had spoken, and came very near to what the burnt steed thought was a perfect response. Truth indeed was a relative thing to behold; what was true for one soul might not be true for another. There were some things that truth could not be denied - like the blueness of the sky or the greenness of spring grass - but certainly the truth could also be foggy and blurred, bent to suit the needs of the speaker. "Grimalkin," he obliged in parting with his name - at least, part of his name. The steed had a true name, one that defined his very soul, and he would not part with that so easily. Where he came from, true names shared were a sign of complete trust and intimacy; only his mother knew his, a matter for which he was grateful, for she never deigned to use it against him. "Truth is almost always relative." He began in his smooth tones. "I did not say that everything need be false for the on thing to be true." He added, his smile turning somewhat wry as he considered and reconsidered the runed stallion before him. Power emanated from him, he was older than Grimalkin by some years and an athlete too; the burnt palomino wisely decided he would respect this one who was his superior when it came to knowledge of these new lands. And in the same brainwave, he also decided that he would linger within this Helovia, to see what he could gleam of the realm, to see whether he could make something of himself, whether he could leave a mark of his greatness upon the lands. To do any of that, he needed to make friends, to learn and live and grow; hence his next words. "Indeed, I am a traveller, and you say you have not seen me before; two truths so far. I am new to these lands but an old hand at many other things. And yes, a home would be a welcome change to my wandering ways." Here he bowed his giant cranium, dipping his chin to bump it against his chest, his antlers bowing down with him. Muscles coiled beneath the dark palomino pelt as he raised his crown once more to a height just above the level of his bulky withers. "Perhaps you could tell me more of the place you call home." he posed his question more as more as a statement, but with gentle enough tones that it did not sound too demanding; merely overly curious. [ OOC :: @[Torleik] ] colourize-stock & larfsalot @deviantart RE: Why do we wander? - Erebos - 01-10-2015
RE: Why do we wander? - Torleik - 01-12-2015
RE: Why do we wander? - Grimalkin - 01-12-2015
"Not at all," the beast conceded to the shortened moniker, pleased with himself to have earned such in so short amount of time. He had been called all sorts of things; his true name was the only one he did not want others muttering about as they fancy. It held too much power over him; should they utter it with a command, his choice of whether to accept or deny the command was forfeit, he became, essentially, a slave. It was far more acceptable for him to be called almost anything else; and it wasn't the first time someone had thought to shorten his name in that way.
Crashing and thrashing announced the arrival of another, and instinctively Grimalkin's posture stiffened, his ears pressed forward, the tips scraping against the underside of his antlers, his keen emerald gaze penetrating the forest to find - a foal. Immediately the behemoth relaxed once more, his coiled muscles unwinding so that instead of a great stone statue, he appeared much more softer. Children were not something he had great experience with, having been merely a yearling when he was ushered out of his birth herd, having only glimpsed his newest sibling before he began life as a bachelor, wandering, exploring, travelling wherever his whims took him. The youth before them was exuberant, excited and very energetic; Grim allowed an amused smirk to cross his features as he studied the reaction Torleik posed to the child. It was curiosity, to be sure, but what was the warrior curious about? Was the child his own? They certainly shared herdlands; that much was evident from the foal's proclamations of the land's greatness. The behemoth offers a kind smile for the youth, bowing his head low so that he might peer directly into the child's cerulean pools. "Thank you, young sir. I'm Grim," his smooth, Russian tones replied warmly to the colt, easily offering the shortened version of his name Torleik seemed to prefer.The warrior deigned to speak once more, and he listened without distraction to the details of the land, and laughed a low, short chuckle at the mention of cold. With his meaty flesh and thick pelt, he hardly needed to worry about getting a chill - but he appreciated the sentiment the other stallion meant to give. "I'd be glad for a home amidst your chilly halls." Deep, yet not overly so, voice intoned, accepting the other's compliment with an easy, humble nod of his titanic crown. Grimalkin knew who he was, and Torleik had begun to scratch at the surface of it. Perhaps in time, more of the sooty behemoth would be uncovered. For now, he was pleased enough to have assurances of a home, however long that lasted for. He suspected the realm of Helovia had many more secrets hidden within its mysterious halls, and he silently promised himself to learn of them all. [ OOC :: @[Torleik] @[Erebos] If possible, could he enter sneak class, impersonator/phantom? :3 ] colourize-stock & larfsalot @deviantart RE: Why do we wander? - Erebos - 01-13-2015
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