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08-10-2015, 11:47 AM
The thuds of hooves crunching atop of icy snow catches the beast's ear, the loud, incessant sound upon him within moments. Ice eyes glance forwards, the approaching figure a behemoth like himself, a worthy opponent. In the dark, Caleb can only make out a tawny coat and large antlers, deciding that was adequate information, his eyes retreated from the approaching stallion. Henrietta, however, was excited. She wondered if she could eat this deer-resembling horse, and if she couldn't, she wondered if he was kind. Letting out a playful yip, she wagged her tail as the stallion spoke- taken by him. Evening Stranger. Caleb, who had thought he would've continued his path and left the shadowy stallion alone, turns his behemoth skull towards this stranger, and grunts his own masculine greeting. "Hello." The grunted word still holds an air of smoothness, a precise perfection. Accentuated, soft, it rolls of his tongue. The formality of his speech is undeniable, a businesslike sound, though it still holds an air of friendliness tonight.
He halts a respectable distance away, and the dark tyrant turns to him, faces him head on as words fall from the stranger's lips. These words, they are intensely different. The way they are strung together is all but easy to understand. In fact, it sounds more like poetry than a conversation he is attempting to begin. Either way, Caleb finds it slightly odd and begins to wonder where the traveler has been, where he descends from. "My hound and I have no home, but we do aim to join the Aurora Basin," he states, voice calm and even, the underlying tones still friendly, open. Perhaps this marauder grabbed Caleb at the correct time. His eyes sweep upwards, beyond Caleb and to the mountains that rise sky-high behind him. Caleb wonders what he sees, what he thinks of them. He is curious to know if they are more daunting to non-winged horses who spend most of there time stuck on the ground. For Caleb, he could easily fly to the top, be king of the world, stand on the highest point, but these pursuits of "I stood on the highest mountain" are pointless when there is work to be done.
@Rohan sorry for wait :x
He halts a respectable distance away, and the dark tyrant turns to him, faces him head on as words fall from the stranger's lips. These words, they are intensely different. The way they are strung together is all but easy to understand. In fact, it sounds more like poetry than a conversation he is attempting to begin. Either way, Caleb finds it slightly odd and begins to wonder where the traveler has been, where he descends from. "My hound and I have no home, but we do aim to join the Aurora Basin," he states, voice calm and even, the underlying tones still friendly, open. Perhaps this marauder grabbed Caleb at the correct time. His eyes sweep upwards, beyond Caleb and to the mountains that rise sky-high behind him. Caleb wonders what he sees, what he thinks of them. He is curious to know if they are more daunting to non-winged horses who spend most of there time stuck on the ground. For Caleb, he could easily fly to the top, be king of the world, stand on the highest point, but these pursuits of "I stood on the highest mountain" are pointless when there is work to be done.
@Rohan sorry for wait :x
