Let Her Cry

[OPEN] Let Her Cry

Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

06-20-2015, 01:53 PM

Torleik the Bloodskald

We're all demons today

Everything now was...strange. He was not accustomed to being king, not accustomed to this land, not accustomed to having a woman....a woman he hadn't seen a a while, in fact, due to how busy he - and he assumed she - had been. Torleik frowned. This would not do. If their relationship was to flourish he would have to show her what it meant to be committed, like he swore his heart was. Life just got in the damn way a little excessively right now.

The herd meeting had, in effect, gone well enough. After the hiccup of realizing his queen had failed to communicate very well, Torleik had decided to let it go. To expect Mauja to suddenly rule well with the Bloodskald by his side was foolish; they were both trying to gain their footing, and though Polkadot fundamentally irked him, the viking knew he could not let that sway his every reaction.

Only some. ...maybe quite a few. But not all.

After such a tremulously handled Thing, the king wished to take a walk, gather his thoughts, be alone. There was much to do yet and the never-ending list only seemed to be growing. It would have to wait a few moments. Frostfall had finally found its way to Helovia and Torleik relished the cold, the way it bit at his skin and made his breath come out in foggy clouds. He felt alive during Frostfall and was grateful that here in the Edge the seasons still changed. He surmised that down south in the Dragon's Throat, seasons were likely just temperature changes of hot to less hot.

Irelyn was, for once, skittering around on the ground nearby as he slowly loped through his new kingdom, chasing bugs and small creatures. If their bond was any indicator, she was currently stalking a small lizard. Amusing. His eyes drifted, scanning the horizon - and movement behind a fallen tree trunk caught his gaze. It looked like the figure of an equine, lighter colored like...

His mouth went dry.

Like that fool child Ashamin he'd fought not long ago.

Guilt urging his steps into a brisk trot, the dual-horned demon quickly crested his obstacle and discovered a figure, not Ashamin, on the ground. 'Thank the goddess...' he breathed inside, relieved, but now concerned for this creature in front of him. As his anxiety had crumbled, his hearing had returned to normal - no longer full of hot blood rushing around his head - and soft sobs were clearly evident from this mare. Brows furrowed, hulking demeanor gentle as he could be in his confused and mildly agitated state, Torleik dipped his muzzle down low to inspect her.

She didn't seem wounded....

If she had been at the Thing, the Bloodskald regrettably didn't remember. "What hurts?" he queried quietly. Sobs meant pain, so asking what was wrong was too vague.

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