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06-06-2015, 10:12 PM
Snow crunched underhoof, the chill of winter's early bite beginning to fill the air the further North the pair went. For most of the trip Carnassial kept his silence, but he did not look about their surroundings with wonder, nor did he watch the Gold. He merely watched ahead, curled ears swiveling with the ease of one well-used to keeping a steady, constant vigil for danger. Their female companion had not accompanied them, something the tiger-painted stallion was thankful for. He was unsure of how long he would be able to stand the innuendos that had dripped from the Golden One's lips during their time with Neschume.
Eventually, however, he did break the silence of snow and wind and walking. "Tell me of your Basin. Is a soldier welcomed and needed?" He asked, words clipped, business-like, formal in their deliverance. It was not with ill-will that he held this formality to his demeanor, no, it was out of a polite respect to one who currently ranked above him(if he but knew how high above him... his demeanor wouldn't change.), who sought to guide him and bring him to a place he may call home.
He rather enjoyed the life of a soldier; blood spilt and scars earned were things he could stand by with pride. Even though his own hide bore few scars, he attributed it to luck and a measure of skill in evasion, although that never meant he escaped unscathed... healers did take care of the worst, after all. Silent once more, Carnassial, or 'Sial' as he had told the golden Thranduil, awaited his better's confirmation or denial to his request.
@[Thranduil]
Carnassial
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