Lost claws, paws, and magic(mobiles?)

Lost claws, paws, and magic(mobiles?)

Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

05-14-2014, 09:26 PM

TORLEIK
Long is the winter of a man's soul

How was it that he seemed to be finding himself in the Threshold more often, lately? What drew him here? It wasn't as if he enjoyed recruiting all that much. He found no one normal, like himself. All he came across were cunning, conniving bitches.

Literally and figuratively.

During his stay in Helovia, he had met maybe a total of a dozen other males, and twice that number of females. As he wandered, he tried to name those from both genders that he knew of. Deimos, Ulrik, Farenjer, D'Artagnan, that crazy white male whose name escaped him, Lace (the sonofabitch from the Edge), Morir, Beowulf, Evers, and more that he'd run into around the world but never actually met...that was as far as his brain got.

Now females. Illynx, Arah, Psyche, Faelene, Brisa, Ophelia - wait; that annoying white stallion who'd sent Brisa nearly over the edge...Torleik didn't care enough for his name. Ampere, the bitchy pegasus mare, and the other female whom he'd bested in the competition for Irelyn. Fallyn...where had she gone? She'd witnessed the birth of his companion and then disappeared. A shame. She had seemed fractured, but he liked her. Sialia, one whom he'd just met. Others from the Threshold he knew but could not remember. Seele, in Helovia's Heart.

With a sigh borne more of concentration and forgetting to breathe than heaviness of heart, Torleik's audits perked when he heard a female voice reach him from the left. "How did you miss this one, Irelyn?" the dual-horned stallion asked of his bonded owl-griffin.

A glare was all that he really received in turn, as both turned their attention to the northwest, seeking this voice. The scrape of hooves against tree found his ears and this made him curious. What was this horse doing? A neigh suddenly burst forth from the brief silence, followed by another, more primal vocalization of frustration.

The female voice again, saying something was 'absurd' and then musing aloud that she wondered where this hellhole was. Torleik had finally come upon this creature, finding her markings to be wholly unlike anything he'd ever encountered before. She was a unicorn, that was certain, as her amber, almost translucent horn stated clearly, but her pelt was oranges and whites and black and stripes....nothing he'd ever seen until now.

Amused - he couldn't help it - at her anger, his reply was brief, tone lighter than her low, throaty displeasure. "This 'forsaken realm' is typically called Helovia," he rumbled, humored. Torleik glanced up as lightning flashed in the sky, the clouds thick and grey, pregnant with rain and ready to give birth. Lovely, he thought, annoyed. Now I will freeze everything I step on... The Basin General neglected to introduce himself, as there would be no point, should this strange mare prove too suspicious to stick around.

@[Tiergra]

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