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09-05-2012, 06:57 AM
He listened, silent as was possible aside from the usual noises that accompanied breathing and walking. Dreadlocked tail swept across the earth to slap roughly against his hide. Indeed, this lady had been through much. He nodded his acknowledgement to her tale, knowing that it was condensed for the sake of the moment, wanting to know the details. But he was grateful that she was willing to bestow what broad truths she had - he held no doubts of the truth behind her words.
That dreaded word was mentioned of course, love. Maskan knew of love, his family was driven by it - oftentimes driven mad by it. His love for his siblings meant little else could ever get underneath his skin, little else could catch and hold his attention for longer than a single night of deep, fiery, passionate love. The stallion was not ashamed of this; it was how he was put together, he could not help that. As they, as a band of brothers, travelled across the lands, it made sense to spread their bloodlines about, to give more strength to those who had already proven their own resolve. Just because they seemingly knew not how to love another soul truly, deeply and forever like their littlest sister might, did not mean they humped everything in sight.
"Mirage spoke of Isilme; she saw the destruction wrought upon the lands by brattish sons of so-called gods." He tones were dry, vacant - except for a hint of affection and possibly concern for his sister. "She would never speak of it out loud, but it affected her deeply. She and Akaith came back to us for a time then, before her wandering ways tore her away from us." A small, nostalgic grin edged in along the corner of his mouth then. "It took us some years to find her again." He spoke quietly, not liking to announce intimate information of himself or his siblings any louder than a whisper's breath could grasp.
"Death is a part of life - the only true guarantee of life, in fact." His tones had returned to their dry dictation again, Maskan was more philosophical than his brother, but that didn't mean he too could grow bored, or angry at the findings such deep ponderings led him to. "Do you feel like you've made the most of your fresh start here?" It was an innocent question, his eyes sought her own out as he asked it. He was genuinely interested to know if the mare was happy here - he even found himself wanting to ensure she was content.
That dreaded word was mentioned of course, love. Maskan knew of love, his family was driven by it - oftentimes driven mad by it. His love for his siblings meant little else could ever get underneath his skin, little else could catch and hold his attention for longer than a single night of deep, fiery, passionate love. The stallion was not ashamed of this; it was how he was put together, he could not help that. As they, as a band of brothers, travelled across the lands, it made sense to spread their bloodlines about, to give more strength to those who had already proven their own resolve. Just because they seemingly knew not how to love another soul truly, deeply and forever like their littlest sister might, did not mean they humped everything in sight.
"Mirage spoke of Isilme; she saw the destruction wrought upon the lands by brattish sons of so-called gods." He tones were dry, vacant - except for a hint of affection and possibly concern for his sister. "She would never speak of it out loud, but it affected her deeply. She and Akaith came back to us for a time then, before her wandering ways tore her away from us." A small, nostalgic grin edged in along the corner of his mouth then. "It took us some years to find her again." He spoke quietly, not liking to announce intimate information of himself or his siblings any louder than a whisper's breath could grasp.
"Death is a part of life - the only true guarantee of life, in fact." His tones had returned to their dry dictation again, Maskan was more philosophical than his brother, but that didn't mean he too could grow bored, or angry at the findings such deep ponderings led him to. "Do you feel like you've made the most of your fresh start here?" It was an innocent question, his eyes sought her own out as he asked it. He was genuinely interested to know if the mare was happy here - he even found himself wanting to ensure she was content.
