Forging gold (Essetia)

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[PRIVATE] Forging gold (Essetia)

Ascended Helovian

Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164

Deceased

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER

Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel

01-19-2015, 09:02 PM

Midas

Fina huffs accusingly at our new arrival. (As if somehow it made perfect sense for all the blame to be diverted to yon wolf.) Her slitted raptor eyes flash angrily, they glitter and narrow into a fine hard line. "Peace," I murmur aloud when a fresh snarl whelps in the back of her throat... tis unneeded and silenced by a warning stare. Another discontented huff and sulking look simmers on low heat; but for the moment at least, Fina settles and falls stoic. Ebony crown angles his way, aimed toward offering an apologetic smile. It wasn't my intent to encourage rude behavior. Essetia's words of the future and a possible jest cause me to grin all the wider.

Previously strained features gentle to a softer more genuine representation of that fatherly soul who lay beneath enhanced layers of protection. "Perhaps the aid of a healer will see such a day hastened." Yar, at least these wounds are clotting, numbing, dripping less. I remaining still, unmoving out of concern that the spy or her pale canine would feel further offended. "Would ye tolerate my company to a Medic?" An attempt to amend my mistakes; show kindness by action, absent empty words...prove that I wasn't a wrathful king. Though she was welcome to turn me aside -- rejection was expected and certainly deserved. After our scuffle I seriously doubted the dark lady desired to spend much time lingering in my presence tonight.