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05-13-2014, 05:53 PM
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Torleik
A lone man loved by none: How long can he live? The sheer amusement that Torleik would have felt upon being privy to Oxy's assumption that he could have pushed past the Basin resident...it was almost cruel, Torleik's ignorance of the drug-addicted stallion's inner workings. And that latter fact was something the Basin General was noticing, seeing the whites of this newcomer's eyes even from afar. Still, he called out, not one to immediately run anyone new off, waiting for the large one's response. The one Torleik received made him snort a chuckle for a reason that was beyond him. Perhaps he liked this strange one's bluntness that didn't quite seem barbed, or perhaps he somewhat agreed with him. "That thing serves to keep those out who should remain out," he said pointedly. "For as ugly as it might be, it is quite useful. And it has a beauty of its own." There was a slight tinge of pride in Torleik's voice when speaking of the sentinel; after all, it was family who'd constructed it. His engineer cousin, who was most certainly mad in his own ways - rather like this one in front of him - was undoubtedly a genius. Casting a glance backward at said 'thing' parked in the snow, Torleik smirked a little. "Since you are not of the Basin, I would not suggest venturing too close - thus why I am greeting you out here. We would not want your ass to be pummeled into the ground unnecessarily, now would we?" he asked, the smirk lingering on his dark lips. A wisp of darkness caught Irelyn's owlish gaze and she squawked, flinging her wings out to make herself look larger. The suddenness of it appearing startled the young companion, even more so when the wisp suddenly took the form of the sentinel and crumbled to dust. Torleik, fascinated by the display, only craned his neck forward, watching the magical little splotch of smoky darkness as it darted back above the other stallion's head. Meeting the male's eyes and finding them quite glassy, he couldn't help but wonder if the dual-horned, dark brown unicorn was sick, or intoxicated on some substance. And if intoxicated...on what? Torleik had found none of the plants in Helovia that his people used for recreational and religious altered states of consciousness, somewhat to his disappointment. He was not one to partake in such things often, but it was tradition for the warriors to consume hallucinogenic mushrooms prior to battle. The Bloodskald did not want to give up that custom; it reminded him of home. "Is that magic, or some sort of creature?" he asked, lifting his nose towards the wisp above the unicorn's head. "talk talk talk" 'Mental talking' Thoughts |
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