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03-20-2015, 03:21 PM
The golden never liked pets. He hated them really. The only thing that kept his own alive at all is the bond, which like a torch and hammer bonded his steel heart to him. So as that dog looked upon the blue banded bird with a colder eye the gold was ready to snap out at the little dog. Rohan though was more kind. Rohan did not snap at dogs. So growling within himself at the unpleasantness of his creation the bay gives the pup a small grin, worn at the edges. A sound draws the dog off from further analyzing, a breath exhales longer than before.
His bay harks too catch the noise. Sea blue eyes turn to the noise and steps a mare, small and grey with a filly in tow. Yet this was no ordinary bird, her one wing was a beautiful collection of feathers, but it missed its mate. Quick eyes did not linger long though as she spoke, and the bay tried to remember he was supposed to be polite. Pity. So much fun to be had around here. The mare at last though turns to the blue banded, and the gold could not deny his relief to see her smile. Before though he had a chance to speak himself the silver manned spoke up. With a slowness of weariness the bay turns his starred head to the creature and let himself be spoken for. It was no longer a false weariness. Having given the greater of his flights and then walked this way, not to mention the speed of which his mind spun to keep his charade, the bay’s hanging head and feathers were more real than before.
As Rostislav finished introducing the grey more fully the blue banded smiles. “A pleasure Africa.” Crownless head dips to her, and switches gaze the babe by her side. “And well met Zahra.” Turning back to the grey, the bay looks to begin a conversation point, his face moving beyond beginning smiles, but he is cut short by a rustling from above.
Sea eyes look up to see the night and day soaring down from their watch on high. The bay of course would not know of this addition, but the golden did. Midas. He knew not much about the leader of the Falls, actually nothing at all but his name, rank, and look, but it was high time that ended. Banded wings try to pick themselves up, and bay legs yield a step for the incoming king. The small tension that had unknowingly built up in the golden’s chest eased at seeing the czar in so light a mood. He was not here to tear the mask from the bay’s face, and the smile towards the newcomer was more real than the others. Of course, that didn’t mean he was exactly excited to see the czar, watching how he touched the grey mare several connections clicked. God though, get a room.
The gold walker had made a kid, lovely. But, the gold was ever watchful and chalked it up as a weakness as usual. There is no time though for a long tirade on his views of love for the gold walker speaks. Of course not to Rohan, why on earth would he matter. Though it did please him ever so slightly to have blended in with the rest so easily. At last the czar’s sight gave in and looked to the blue banded, who stood smiling, but till then quiet and at ease. “Ai, I am Rohan, and you?” Those sea blue eyes look so unassuming at the creature, though it gives them weight, he does not reveal in them the known names.
Turning back to Africa, the bay looks to start his point again. “I was about to say before it seems we were meant to meet dear Africa. Though I am a trained as a soldier, my heart has never the coldness for it. Perhaps, here, in this new land, a different fate may be, and I might seek to repay for the past blood I have blindly spilled. If you would have me t’would be an honor and do my dead heart much good.” It was long, and revealing, but the eagerness and sincerity was there. A touch of hurt in his eyes of memories they could not see (though they never were to begin with), and a worn hope, sheltering from the storms of past ills coming forth. So while the gold chided himself for such a speech his pride was still petted for his clever tricks. Now to see how the world would find this poor sinner’s desire. Won’t you shake a poor sinner’s hand?
OOC :: Sorry to rush this a bit, but didn't want to tie everyone up for long. =]
Identity Inventory:: Cashmere
Wardrobe:: Satchel (inside:: collapsed polearm, dagger)
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