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10-01-2012, 07:19 PM
He had already given thought to how the king of ice and snow might not take fancy to his presence. Considering previous conditions, it could be understood and even respected; but, even a green warrior knew that soldiers followed orders from the heart of their herds. So—even if he was met with despise, Midas held nothing Mauja or any other unicorn for that matter. "I am not going to bite you," A thunderclap could describe the booming tone used in a slicing voice that trailed the hollowness of the landscape. Absent reasoning, his teeth ground together until jaws tensed painfully, gums began to hurt before he realized just how hard he had been biting down. Midas twisted into a high circle just as the ebony glass orbs chillingly looked his way. Muscles tensed, tawny pits locked gaze. "You can either talk to me or quit staring." ‘A fair enough statement’, he thought with a snort. A moment was given to decide on continuing home, or staying. He wouldn’t get to think long before out of the corner of his eyes he saw something, senses called attention to another equine who had decided to enter the frozen plain. Usually, these grounds were empty of life. Today though—it seemed to be teeming with it. Her body bore feminine curve and a coloring that suited a landscape such as this. She trailed at full speed for many long moments and directed attention toward their black stranger. The strange lass slowed to approach—she seemed overly fond of the coal colored stud, dipping skull to earth in a bow he personally saved for the lord of his soul. Wings dipped down. ‘What was the harm in an evening conversation before heading home?’ He thought quietly. Midas landed gently, golden hooves crunching ice in acceptance of his weight. Mauja had already started approach by the time he had fallen to earth. Feathers shifted along his spine and folded themselves neatly against his heaving sides. Breath came in foggy drawls, still elevated from the effort of maneuvering the sky. "I am Mauja. Who may you be, sir?" He caught the tail end of the conversation, forelimbs rose to bring his form a little closer. Keeping up a calm atmosphere he added lightly with a forced smile curving black lips, “Apologies Sir, I don’t often see much company along the Steppe.”A sideways glance was given to Mauja and the other grey colored mare. |
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