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CHISEL
It seemed he was right to be wary in his voyage forth into the unknown. Chisel resisted the urge to take a step backwards when he caught the sound of a voice drifting across the clearing. His ears pricked forward the noise, intently watching as a slender figure broke free of the mosaic of black and white just ahead. The stranger's words of comfort went in and out of his conscious, not meaning half as much to Chisel as the stranger might intend for them to. Chisel had learned long ago that to measure the merit of another one must listen more carefully to their eyes than whatever words might slip free from the throat. Words could lead him astray, take him on a journey where the truth was only what one believed it to be; the eyes could never hide a lie.
This one's eyes looked sincere enough, if not somewhat humorous. Chisel could not help but to immediately size him up as was his usual initial reaction to meeting someone new. Unsurprisingly, he towered over the other equus, but he was not entirely blind - he could see the ease with which the slender stallion danced lightly upon his hooves. He was an agile one and could most likely outrun Chisel if ever he needed to. He was some brilliant shade of silver with dark grey points that Chisel almost swore were his true colors rather than just what his own eyes were capable of perceiving. It was a pleasant enough coloring, mellifluous and soft in a world usually cold and harsh. Chisel listened with the kind of idle curiosity a coiled snake might show a passing feline, an interest that noted neither one held any imminent threat over the other.
The other one seemed to find a trickle of pleasure in smiling at his own jokes, whether or not they warranted appreciation or not. Chisel found his head tilting, allowing the jest to wash over him and let it go. He could be clever in his own right, but at this particular moment in time what the grullo had followed his joke up with was more intriguing. He was gathering his thoughts to make a reply when yet another made themselves known and waltzed up to the two of them, rather unceremoniously if Chisel was any judge of making appearances. She, for it apparent that this winged newcomer was female by the way she refused to stop talking, seemed to know the silver stallion already. The air of friendly banter between the two made him feel much the interloper, also as if they truly had just been waiting to pounce upon him. She called the stallion Lace, he noted, and referred to herself as Rei. He did know what she meant by the Dragon's Throat, nor was he eager to inquire about it.
He listened quietly as the mare made her introduction and such as well, and when she was done he paused an extra few moments in case she decided to tack something else on as well. "To think my appearance warranted an entourage to acknowledge it." He noted rather dryly. He was not used to other creatures taking such an interest in him. He looked between them both, ultimately returning his gaze to the mare as she had last spoken to him. "Helovia, you said? That is what this place deems itself be known as? It looks as any other forest...and names come and go." His eyes flicked over to the stallion, Lace, and blinked with a cool demeanor. "Sunshine and rainbows are most often preceded by ominous storms and the clash of thunder, regardless of how happily you paint this world to be."
He finally allowed his muscles to relax at the risk of being welcomed by yet another stranger, but he felt that this pair had no intentions of attacking him at this point. They seemed merely overly curious, he reminded himself, as his large neck swiveled back to Rei, the spotted, winged, talkative one. He had come across wings before, pegasi they called themselves. He truly had no feelings one way or the other of them. "You're very inquisitive, aren't you? No, the chains are not a fashion statement. And to be perfectly honest I was not looking for anything, I merely follow where the wind takes me though it can be a fickle mistress." He had gotten the impression he could not exactly leave this place now that he was here. Usually that kind of restriction would bother him, but he had the chance thought that it would be much better to be stuck here than back in the old world where he was still nothing more than a fugitive, and runaway whose future was bleak and most probably ended with him once again enchained. He was not sure what this place or these two were getting at ultimately, but he supposed the more he knew then the more he knew.
@[Lace] @[Rei]
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