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Song of the Snow[Joining] - Carnassial - 06-06-2015 Snow crunched underhoof, the chill of winter's early bite beginning to fill the air the further North the pair went. For most of the trip Carnassial kept his silence, but he did not look about their surroundings with wonder, nor did he watch the Gold. He merely watched ahead, curled ears swiveling with the ease of one well-used to keeping a steady, constant vigil for danger. Their female companion had not accompanied them, something the tiger-painted stallion was thankful for. He was unsure of how long he would be able to stand the innuendos that had dripped from the Golden One's lips during their time with Neschume. Eventually, however, he did break the silence of snow and wind and walking. "Tell me of your Basin. Is a soldier welcomed and needed?" He asked, words clipped, business-like, formal in their deliverance. It was not with ill-will that he held this formality to his demeanor, no, it was out of a polite respect to one who currently ranked above him(if he but knew how high above him... his demeanor wouldn't change.), who sought to guide him and bring him to a place he may call home. He rather enjoyed the life of a soldier; blood spilt and scars earned were things he could stand by with pride. Even though his own hide bore few scars, he attributed it to luck and a measure of skill in evasion, although that never meant he escaped unscathed... healers did take care of the worst, after all. Silent once more, Carnassial, or 'Sial' as he had told the golden Thranduil, awaited his better's confirmation or denial to his request. @[Thranduil] Carnassial Table by Avis RE: Song of the Snow[Joining] - Thranduil - 06-15-2015
RE: Song of the Snow[Joining] - Rexanna - 06-15-2015 There was something about Frostfall in the Basin that seemed to make things quiet. More quiet and peaceful than normal. It seemed a bit strange to the gold toned vixen, to see such a silent environment at this point in time. Back home, winter was a time of celebration. Everyone had a place to be and things to do; celebrations took place nearly every day. It was something that helped turn the season of nature’s death into happiness to make the time fly by faster. Either Rexanna didn’t know if there were celebrations here, or if she was just missing out on all the fun. It was hard to say. The mare had a slight hope that regardless of being in the Basin, that if there were to be events, that it would be across all herds. She needed another excuse to be able to see Tembovu; oh how she missed that mammoth creature. It was at this point that Rexanna found herself aimlessly wandering again, itching to go explore like she always did when she couldn’t stand being cooped up in the Basin. She needed to meet more friends instead of being such a recluse. She didn’t know very many beasts here, but that wasn’t an excuse for her to be so hidden all the time. As she approached the arch to head off in another random direction as she so often did, she noticed her golden superior bringing in a new tiger striped equine. Curiously, and in an attempt to meet new creatures, the vixen changed her mind from exploring to greeting. As the mare stepped in closer, she heard mumbling between the two, and judging by the brief threshold scent she began to know all too well, she could tell that the striped creature was definitely a stag. As she got within speaking distance, she offered a gentle hello bow to the two of them. The bow for Thranduil was noticeably lower than the one for the other creature, due to it being her superior. Ah, but he would figure that out wouldn’t he? Clearing her throat, the mare offered the two a serene smile. ”Hello Thranduil.” The mare nods to Thranduil gently before turning her attention to the creature that smelled entirely of threshold. ”And hello to you, welcome to the Basin.” Her eyes danced across the striped beast. His coat having a base of a white cream color much like her own. How interesting. He towered her with his height, but with Thran there she didn’t seem to fear the size difference nearly as much. The wind raked across Rex’s pelt, twisting her dual colored mane and causing the chain attached to her golden horn to dance and wriggle with the chill in the air. Turning her attention back to the new stag after passing a glance to Thran, she spoke once more. ”I am Rexanna.” ooc: ohhi :D @[Carnassial] @[Thranduil] Now look at this web I wove.
I told you, I would break your heart. RE: Song of the Snow[Joining] - Carnassial - 06-21-2015
RE: Song of the Snow[Joining] - Thranduil - 06-22-2015
RE: Song of the Snow[Joining] - Rexanna - 06-23-2015 Patience was virtue. She kept her eyes dancing between the two creatures, awaiting her turn once more. She was polite in this aspect. Not only for the fact that Thranduil was here, but it was a recruit as well. They needed to keep that glorious mask on the faces of all that gripped those that visited the Basin into actually becoming part of the costume. It almost always worked, for that Rexanna was pleased. At the moment, however, she had been unsuccessful in recruiting, but that didn’t mean she didn’t try. The girl worked hard to try and prove herself in her rank. She nodded to Carnassial as he spoke his name to her as well as a hello. Eyes travelling to Thranduil as he returned her nod and spoke to the group but generalized in aiming her to speak of what she knew of the rank. She didn’t entirely know much, but she could guess the type of work they did based off of things she had heard around as well as learned. ”Ah, yes. The rank is made up of a few of us that gather information from others. We are also capable of having spies around to gather more of that information.” Her smile was gentle, kind. Almost confusing in the fact that she was this Phantom of the Sneak ranking with a face such as hers. Lifting her head slightly, her chain dancing with movement as well as her dual colored mane swishing against her neck, her eyes stayed on the tiger stag. ”We’re basically spies with a bit more power.” Her voice was gentle but sounded well informed, when in reality she felt as though she pulled half of that out of her ass. Her eyes traveled to Thranduil, almost curious if she had explained it correctly, but refraining from asking and ruining the placebo he had built in place of her. ooc: @[Carnassial] @[Thranduil] Now look at this web I wove.
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