déodat,
It wasn’t like him to simply prance about Helovia when there were things to be done amongst the Basin. New threats were looming out in the wild lands, the so-called Regime that sought to bring down his home. They would pay surely, Confutatis would be brought to justice, that much Déodat knew. That day he sought the skull faced bitch, sought to drag her head bag on a stick to the Reaper king. They had said she resided her with her grunts in the Rotunda, a place foreign and unknown to him. So, the Blood Prince searched. He had made this rash decision not long after his encounter with Hotaru. The mare had been pleasant company, and part of him pondered what would come out of their time together.
Odette trotted at his side, her usual energetic behavior dimmed by the somber air her bonded carried. Every now and then she would toddle off into the bushes to seek some kind of prey, but it wouldn’t be long before she returned to him. Several times she had attempted to break the deeply etched frown from his face and bring about one of his rare smiles by standing on her hindlegs and circling about. All that had elicited was an eyeroll. She knew her bonded to be grumpy, she knew him to be rude and violent, but she had never considered him to have a stick up his ass.
Déodat was far too preoccupied to sense the thoughts of his bonded. Of course he would’ve given her a good thwomp on the head with his horn if he knew. He moved with an air of determination and an expression that could kill as he stopped before an unfamiliar structure. “This has to be it,” he said to himself underh is breath. Slowly he walked toward the structure, a scent wafting in the air and it wasn’t the one of the skull faced ‘queen’. Her scent was stale and that brought on a wave of disappointment and frustration. He had found the place and it had been in vain.
Slowly he approached the structure and glanced inside. Nothing was there so he walked about the perimeter and saw a familiar figure before him. d’Artagnan, the notorious Doctor, and his cousin. Déodat had seen the stallion here and there in the past months, but it had been some time since their last true encounter and conversation.
Odette sensed the familiarity about the stallion and yapped and began to approach, but Déodat gave her a sharp look that told her to do otherwise. He ensured that she remained at his side before slowly approaching his cousin.
“I haven’t seen your ugly mug in awhile cousin,” Déodat said as he came up alongside him, humor lacing his tone. Even with his light tone there was still a stony expression written all over his face. Odette remained at his ankles but she stared up at the Doctor with curiosity. She glanced at her bonded and when she was sure he wasn’t looking she stepped over cautiously and reached out her nose to sniff d’Art. “That’s Odette.” Déodat said without even looking at the pup.
@[d'Artagnan]
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