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12-15-2013, 08:14 PM
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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The deposed prince is well aware that he does not belong here, as is made obvious by the scorn rolling off the trio of the Basin in waves. He analyzes them one by one, silently, with Zarina offering her own comments every now and again. The imposing, silent stallion is perhaps the one that he fears the most, though he would be loathe to admit it, for something about the way he carries himself suggests he is not to be trifled with. There is no mercy in those dark, hard eyes; in fact, there is nothing more than distaste and apathy. A chill runs up the painted stallion's spine, though he maintains a respectful, if emotionless, demeanor. The other stallion, tinged with bronze and accompanied by an odd dog-like creature that clicked and whirred, does not bring Quilyan the same sense of foreboding, but he is no doubt someone to by wary of all the same. Zarina hisses softly at the canine creation, her fur standing so much on end that she looks like no more than a ball of fur; a silent but firm reprimand from Quilyan calms her, and she grumbles in his mind as she settles into his mane. The steed looks then to the lone mare, golden-laced and icily beautiful. Of course, he would spend more time admiring the curved physique of the queen, seeing as he had always had more use for those of the opposite sex. Though very loyally involved with Resplendence, the part of him that had long been an outrageous flirt could not help but admire other mares. After all, it never hurt to look, now, did it? Not if, at the end of the day, he returned to his princess without having done anything. And so he looks, a brow raised, thinking that if she weren't so very hateful and untrustworthy (for her words had, after all, had filled him with a certain amount of unease), she would be very beautiful. Had he been in his old land, he might have attempted to gain her favor. But that was a long time ago. He knows more now, understands the ways of the world, and he knows that however lovely the Lady of the Basin may be, she is more dangerous than she is worth. His reply to her questioning earns him a hasty glance from Aaron, a stallion who, until now, the prince has been unable to like. The other painted stallion has exhibited a great deal of rash behavior in the hours after the invasion (or, at least, so it appeared to Quilyan) and it was so very like himself that the prince had been unable to accept the Glazier as easily has he had been able to accept the quiet leadership of Destrier. Of course, making male friends had never been his specialty. Still, as he stands in a foreign land, facing off with the enemy, he was glad to have Aaron at his metaphorical back. If nothing else, he knew that Aaron would give his life for their family, just as Quilyan would, and it was this knowledge that bound them together. Perhaps they would be friends, later. The bronze-tattooed stallion appraises Kahlua's gift and in return presents his own; Quilyan fights to keep a sneer from his maw, having gotten the impression that the brute had done it simply to prove that he could do better than their little crafter. Zarina scampers to his poll, looking over the whirring metal contraption with interest. Scorpion danger, she says uneasily through their bond, and Quilyan has to agree. What good can come of such a gift? Would it sting them in their sleep, carrying the poisons of the northern herd? Or was it truly nothing, just a gift to be admired? Ancient diplomacy, instilled in him years ago as he was groomed to be the king of Th'orqui, keeps him from speaking out, instead inviting him to offer a smile. "A wonderful gift, to be sure," he compliments the stallion's work. Destrier finishes his thought, and he returns to silence, his gaze watchful as he scans their surroundings, feigning indifference. After all, it wouldn't do for someone to sneak up on them here. [OOC | Sorry for the wait!] |
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