déodat,
The pillars of ice and snow meant home was near. Déodat closed his eyes and basked in the cold around him. No more wraiths, no more caves, and no more bedding beside the impure blood of the earth. The unicorns of the north had finally returned to their frozen fortress. The Blood Prince would make the Basin a name to be feared, as it should be. For now though, he would focus on rebuilding what may have been lost. When he looked around, he noted nothing seemed too different from when they had departed.
As they all returned to the Basin, he heard the call of the king and queen of their cold home. He walked in and joined the group, stepping alongside his friend Lena. The mare seemed to be alright, despite the hell that had consumed the land. Odette shifted and poked her head out of the blanket made out of his mane. The white pup eyes and ears were sealed shut, and Déo hoped for her sake that they would soon open. Really it was sad the bitch couldn’t witness the beauty of the snow around them. Someday soon she would.
As the lady Illynx began to speak, Déo’s ears perked forward and he listened to each word intently. At the mention of the tournament curiosity sparked. Would they resume the bloody activity? His question was answered not long afterward when she continued on speaking. General was handed to a stallion named Torleik, and immediatel the Blood Prince’s eyes drifted over to the individual. Hm, an unfamiliar face, but he trusted his leader’s judgment well enough to assume he was worthy of such a title. More promotions were due it seemed, his eyes drifted over to the other corporal. At the mention of his own name, Déodat’s ears perked forward and a feeling of surprise hit him, though his expression remained relaxed and unreadable.
Torleik spoke, and as the words poured from his mouth Déodat could see the potential for a leader in the brute. Hopefully his eloquence matched his abilities on the battlefield, for a silvertongue with no ability to shed blood was a useless general indeed. Once the new general said his piece, Déodat decided then to speak, though he knew it would be nothing like Torleik’s spiel.
“It is my honor to serve the Basin, and I hope I can be worthy of the title,” Déodat dipped his head at the lord and lady. Short and sweet, that was all that was needed. His actions would display his worth over a lecture. Nonetheless, his thoughts moved forward as Illynx continued on with promotions. New weavers, nothing that interested him in particular, but at the mention of his cousin his ears perked again. His cousin and his little wife had left? Well, Déodat was most certainly behind on the times. When the queen stated the promotion of his friend a tiny smile passed over his lips and he looked over at the mare bay mare.
“Congratulations,” His voice was soft, and loud enough only for ears, and if one listened hard enough they could hear how proud he was for his friend. Then he listened through the rest of the promotions in silence. A reassurance was offered, and the mentioning of familiar projects that had passed over his ears when the darkness had first appeared. “If any assistance is needed in mining, I will be glad to help.” He said with a dip of his head.
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