here is where we both go wrong;

[PRIVATE] here is where we both go wrong;

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

12-24-2013, 03:11 PM

Torleik
A lone man loved by none:

How long can he live?

It was not pride that Illynx was seeing within Torleik, not for something as simple as his existence and movement. The stallion knew he was large, powerful and capable and he was wholly comfortable within his skin, sinew and bone. Was Illynx? He did sense pride from her, vanity, even. Did the gilded lady not understand that mere empty beauty could hold no one’s attention for very long?

An empty vessel was just that: empty and devoid of use, save to be filled. What would Illynx be filled with? What was it she sought to fill herself with? These questions were important to Torleik, her leader as the mare was.

Leader.

The word sat disdainfully on his tongue. Illynx and Deimos were no leaders. They had been given their titles, thus they did not understand the true gravity of their positions. They had not stepped into the ring and shed blood for their rise to leadership. Illynx had been appointed Lady of the Basin by Psyche, just as Deimos had been handed his crown by the abdicating Basin ruler, who, according to Ulrik, was not fit to lead. Two leaders, selected by a bitch that was incapable of properly heading a herd; two leaders, selected by one that vacated her post, driven away by little more than words and dissatisfaction of one with her rule.

What kind of rulers were these, softly appointed and gently lifted up? Illynx introduced herself, unaware of his name and he managed a smile that did not reach his eyes. "“I know who you are, my lady. I am Torleik, soldier of this Basin.” And perhaps soon General, in the Reaper’s shift to power. His glacial eyes turned upward towards his own horns, then back to this metallic bitch. Was she cold as the sheen that graced her coat, or was it merely an act? Was the vacancy due to lack of character, or lack of self-discovery? Was Illynx scheming, cold and hollow because she wished to be, or because she did not know how to be anything else? A tremor through their bond alerted Torleik to the fact that Irelyn didn’t care one bit about this beast’s personality: she was fascinated by the shiny nature of the one before them. Snorting, amused, he spoke again. "“Irelyn finds you quite captivating,” he commented, his owl griffin peering out from her nest on his back with large yellow orbs.

The Lady of the Basin returned his bow, a gesture he had not expected, and he eyed her curiously. What was she doing out here, alone in the rain? It would not wash away the pall of sadness that clung to her like wet silk; he knew this from experience. "“What drives you to isolation, Lady of the Unicorns in the Vale?” Torleik asked, using her full, self-given title for reasons that were slightly mocking in any humor they might have had. Such a mouthful, so regal did that title sound that it was almost…too much. But then he and his people had been simpler than this, fit to call their leaders King and Queen, Jarl and Lady. Still, the stallion was not disrespectful. "“From your words at the herd meeting…Deimos’ appointment as Lord of the Basin seems a motivation,” Torleik finished. He would allow Illynx further speculation.

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