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03-25-2015, 01:38 AM
The stallion winced as the strawberry mare blurted his name forth. Though it was not his true name (for none here would ever know that, if he had any say in it), names still held more weight with him than anything else. His disgust passed swiftly, however, and the chocolate steed did nothing more than breathe a slightly deeper breath, a sigh that had he been so inclined, might have sounded like a gruff, resigned huff of mares.. - alas, he was a bit wiser than all that and so managed to merely stand, statuesque as always, between this outcast belle and the secrets of their realm.
The girl's words were hardly supportive of the idea of allowing her passage. She was young, and naïve, and it would do her no good to expose such facts as if they were the key to her entrance to the realm. Still, it would not be Grimalkin's say that ultimately allowed her passage - he would obey his leader, and (begrudgingly so), his senior in rank, the mare beside him.
"Those wings might look nice hanging on the wall of my cavern." His low voice rumbled softly, a simple comment, made more to himself then the gathered crowd. The tiger departed the scene, and the steed felt some tension slip away with her - truly, he didn't ever see himself becoming comfortable with sharing his home with a tiger. With nothing more to add to the situation, but unwilling to flee from it as the feline had, the stallion stood, mostly silent (except for the mutters under his breath of mares and cats and wings), a stoic and impassable titan guarding his newfound home.
[ Sorry (again) about the wait. Feel free to skip around Grim in future~
@[Hotaru] ]
The girl's words were hardly supportive of the idea of allowing her passage. She was young, and naïve, and it would do her no good to expose such facts as if they were the key to her entrance to the realm. Still, it would not be Grimalkin's say that ultimately allowed her passage - he would obey his leader, and (begrudgingly so), his senior in rank, the mare beside him.
"Those wings might look nice hanging on the wall of my cavern." His low voice rumbled softly, a simple comment, made more to himself then the gathered crowd. The tiger departed the scene, and the steed felt some tension slip away with her - truly, he didn't ever see himself becoming comfortable with sharing his home with a tiger. With nothing more to add to the situation, but unwilling to flee from it as the feline had, the stallion stood, mostly silent (except for the mutters under his breath of mares and cats and wings), a stoic and impassable titan guarding his newfound home.
[ Sorry (again) about the wait. Feel free to skip around Grim in future~
@[Hotaru] ]
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