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08-09-2015, 10:51 AM
This pointless dance of recruiting had been, well- pointless. This alien had no qualms that would lead to him desiring a herd. Still, this dark brute would stay and offer his humble abode, which in fact seemed like a racist, power-hungry herd. Still, wouldn't he enjoy a herd that desires to conquer all and bring peace to the one over a herd who is a sitting duck, on the defensive, but never doing anything? He claims he would not want to see her unfriendly, a deep, masculine, chuckle is poured from his lips. "Do not worry, she's only truly mean to her food, but even then, not so cruel as to toy with it." He claims, though the truth is that she is a pup, irrational and young. With age, comes maturity. Who is to teach her respect for these things? Caleb desires not to do such, he has little time to bother with things she will learn on her own. This conversation is swift, here and gone within lines. The subject moving on to more important things than the titan's bitch.
Entia's voice is in the air the moment Caleb stops, seemingly eager to move on. Eager to leave this snowy forest and enter a land he has no permission to enter, a land that is not his, despite him acting as if it is. Caleb finds it intriguing that this broken-horned stallion is comfortable enough to speak with such carelessness, a lack of respect the 17.1hh stag desires. Before the hound's master speaks once again, a pale unicorn approaches. The only thought that is strung together to describe this new horse would be, he looks like he belongs in snow. The smell of the basin does not linger on his speckled hide, and Caleb wonders where the beast is from as he speaks of gods. Then he remembers Rei, colored with Appaloosa spots, touching her with his whiskered snout. This stallion could be her father, or a sibling. Then again, their builds are not similar. Caleb grows indifferent, detached, the gunmetal of his eyes cold, revealing little. This, Mauja of the World's Edge has halted next to the pair, firmly implanting himself in a conversation that had not been his.
Caleb snarls as he finishes, angered that he would treat the gods with such a disrespect. "Why speak of the gods in such a way? If they so desired, they could give you the world, but also take it away from you. Do you dream of starting a war with beings so much greater than yourself?" Eventually, perhaps, he would learn that he should be greatful. There are gods in other realms that are far worse than assholish. "I stand by the God of Time and Sparks, and the rest, also. Without them, there would be no Helovia." In the end, Entia would probably not care for the hybrid's views, but that would not stop him from speaking then. The gods deserve respect. Had it not been for them, Henrietta would not have a master, there would be no magic, no stability, no Helovia.
"If you desire, Entia, you could come to my home of the north. The sky is painted with a myriad of colors, the trees are evergreen, never wilting, and the mountains are higher than a pegasus could fly." It was all he could say. There was more, like sentinels, hot springs, a lot, but he didn't go into that. You had to love the Aurora Basin for the land, not the bells and whistles and extremeties.
Entia's voice is in the air the moment Caleb stops, seemingly eager to move on. Eager to leave this snowy forest and enter a land he has no permission to enter, a land that is not his, despite him acting as if it is. Caleb finds it intriguing that this broken-horned stallion is comfortable enough to speak with such carelessness, a lack of respect the 17.1hh stag desires. Before the hound's master speaks once again, a pale unicorn approaches. The only thought that is strung together to describe this new horse would be, he looks like he belongs in snow. The smell of the basin does not linger on his speckled hide, and Caleb wonders where the beast is from as he speaks of gods. Then he remembers Rei, colored with Appaloosa spots, touching her with his whiskered snout. This stallion could be her father, or a sibling. Then again, their builds are not similar. Caleb grows indifferent, detached, the gunmetal of his eyes cold, revealing little. This, Mauja of the World's Edge has halted next to the pair, firmly implanting himself in a conversation that had not been his.
Caleb snarls as he finishes, angered that he would treat the gods with such a disrespect. "Why speak of the gods in such a way? If they so desired, they could give you the world, but also take it away from you. Do you dream of starting a war with beings so much greater than yourself?" Eventually, perhaps, he would learn that he should be greatful. There are gods in other realms that are far worse than assholish. "I stand by the God of Time and Sparks, and the rest, also. Without them, there would be no Helovia." In the end, Entia would probably not care for the hybrid's views, but that would not stop him from speaking then. The gods deserve respect. Had it not been for them, Henrietta would not have a master, there would be no magic, no stability, no Helovia.
"If you desire, Entia, you could come to my home of the north. The sky is painted with a myriad of colors, the trees are evergreen, never wilting, and the mountains are higher than a pegasus could fly." It was all he could say. There was more, like sentinels, hot springs, a lot, but he didn't go into that. You had to love the Aurora Basin for the land, not the bells and whistles and extremeties.
