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[OPEN] New blood (Throat, welcoming)

Hector Posts: 262
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE
Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream
#3
No Time for Lies and Empty Fights


Easily the words she offered were dissected from the mass of churning voices; the grim drone of hopeless confusion that had swept through the main population of Helovia. He listened carefully as she spoke, consideration and patience weaving through the lines of his stoic facade, and his head was tilted towards her, suspended upon the downward slant of his wiry crest. After she had offered all she would, the stallion began to explain. "It was the patron of our home- well the desert which pray soon you will meet, who passed this warning through his Oracle to us. The Sun God told us that this darkness would not be fightable. Nobody yet knows why or how it has come to be, but a task force is being assembled to confront its arrival for those willing and able to commit themselves."

After a breath to gather thoughts into something lest strategic; more fluid for the sake of the conversations flow, Hector continued solemnly and the last lingering hint of smile dissolved from his masculine features. "The Basin Unicorns are yet to step into this sanctuary. I cannot tell you where they dwell yet. Undoubtedly though they will show your humility no grace or kindness- you will know easily if your path crosses with theirs." He was nodding as he concluded, quite impressed that she so quickly sought to heed the warning proffered- many had not, fools had ventured into the northern extremities despite counselling and come to grief there. Certainly this young mare would not so quickly suffer their fate. Shrewd was her nature and open was her mind.

When she smiled, the remnants of that lost crept once more to his lips and tenderness un-shown rippled through his core. “Yitilu” He repeated silently the exotic curl of her name upon his curt, somewhat uncultured tongue. Veci noted his thought cunningly, for few found their place in the crevices of the soldier’s warring mind- she would be guarded well with those faces he held close beneath the flesh of his breast. "Hector." He bellowed soundly, the name quite fitting for one so dauntless; perhaps foolhardy in the face of danger unfolding. He gestured then with a toss of his face towards a southern doorway in the cave. "You can find food and water further beneath the earth, Yitilu. Should you need anything further and I cannot be found, seek out our black and white Sultan- he is fringed with shimmering gold, or our dappled Oracle who carries only one wing." Both were unmistakable bodies; both perhaps steady enough to turn to while things were fraught.


• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times


Messages In This Thread
New blood (Throat, welcoming) - by Hector - 01-10-2014, 04:58 PM
RE: New blood (Throat, welcoming) - by Yitilu - 01-10-2014, 06:20 PM
RE: New blood (Throat, welcoming) - by Hector - 01-12-2014, 04:37 PM
RE: New blood (Throat, welcoming) - by Yitilu - 01-13-2014, 11:16 PM
RE: New blood (Throat, welcoming) - by Hector - 01-19-2014, 11:32 PM

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