here is where we both go wrong;

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[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

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05-05-2014, 11:31 PM (This post was last modified: 05-05-2014, 11:49 PM by Torleik.)

TORLEIK
Long is the winter of a man's soul

Torleik was not like other, typical males – unobservant, not understanding of the subtle shifts of others. He had always been the more quiet one, the one to watch while others shouted and stamped their hooves, the one to learn in the background. It served him well in situations like this, where the one he conversed with said more in the absence of words than the presence of them. Nor was he deceitful, as Illynx might have considered; not in the manner she might have considered, at least. He could be tactful and pragmatic where it suited him, and it did so here, but smoke and mirrors were not his game with his Lady of the Basin. Learning more from her than she did from him - that suited him.

The male snorted at what Illynx commented about his cousin, not fool enough to miss that she had a…leaning, towards Ulrik. That would end poorly, he thought ruefully. From what little he knew of his kin, Ulrik enjoyed children, but had no inkling of what it meant to be anything to anyone. He did not understand others, perhaps did not even understand his own inner workings, and that would likely make him abysmal as a mate. But both he and Illynx were alloys in their own way, both in their pelts and in their personalities, so perhaps they were meant for each other.

A shame. Torleik felt Illynx deserved better. Someone to make her whole, rather than temporarily fulfill a need or want. The Basin was sorely lacking in options for such things in general, he believed. But their conversation had shifted, like sifting sand on a windy dune, changing from one object of fixation to another. It was easily apparent to Torleik that Illynx felt some deep measure of connection to Psyche, though he was not one to assume immediate romantic entanglement for those of the same gender. He was not aligned that way, and though he could understand it if forced to consider the option, the pragmatism of such a union was folly to him. His people could not afford such frivolity unless they had already reproduced and carried on their line. The dual-horned stallion, regardless, was not one to have that sort of bend in his horn, as his people had taken to calling it.

But as he wasn’t one to judge outwardly, and as he felt Psyche was someone of deep importance to the lady in front of him, he did what he felt he should: he offered to help Illynx find her. The metallic woman’s reply didn’t shock him as much as it amused him, and he took a step forward. “I am no one here; I have no responsibilities. I am yours, for the time being,” he rumbled, ready to follow.

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