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11-11-2014, 11:42 PM
There, his ruffled feathers had been smoothed over, both the physical and emotional ones. I was pleased that his tone had changed, his voice gentle and calming. I was even more pleased when he admitted that I spoke the truth, a genuine smile gracing my lips. Of course I spoke the truth, it was all I ever tried to say. With his apology and graceful bow, I dipped my muzzle in acceptance. "You needn't worry, we all have them." I returned my gaze to the setting sun, muscles twitching as I shivered in the cold evening air.
I was faced with the same dilemma that I had been met with earlier, but instead of facing inner turmoil, I smirked. This time, I was sure of my words and confident in what I had to say. "Another time, I promise. For now, I should like to go back to the warmth of the herd..." Perhaps Gaucho would be nearby with the herd, posing as a space heater for the rest of us. The image of the stallion standing within the middle of the clan, surrounded by all the members of the herd like the planets to the sun, made me laugh. The Sultan was fascinating and strange, but his burly and painted exterior being used by the clan for warmth was something I doubted he appreciated, if he did such a thing at all. Glancing at Bucephalus, I bobbed my head towards him once last time to bid the stallion goodnight before turning to make my way back to the heart of the Throat.
OOC: Thread complete!
I was faced with the same dilemma that I had been met with earlier, but instead of facing inner turmoil, I smirked. This time, I was sure of my words and confident in what I had to say. "Another time, I promise. For now, I should like to go back to the warmth of the herd..." Perhaps Gaucho would be nearby with the herd, posing as a space heater for the rest of us. The image of the stallion standing within the middle of the clan, surrounded by all the members of the herd like the planets to the sun, made me laugh. The Sultan was fascinating and strange, but his burly and painted exterior being used by the clan for warmth was something I doubted he appreciated, if he did such a thing at all. Glancing at Bucephalus, I bobbed my head towards him once last time to bid the stallion goodnight before turning to make my way back to the heart of the Throat.
OOC: Thread complete!
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Verbal/Physical Abuse permitted, no permanently injuring or killing please.
