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Let me in
I'll show you how the world really is
I'll show you how the world really is
Curiosity had burned it's way with Miseal through Helovia. He was almost certain now that he knew of all the lands, golden daggers had tread across each terrain. His first goal was achieved, and now his attention was to turn to his herd; the Dragon's throat. They had gained his loyalty and now he wanted to begin to show those of the throat what the colorful creature was capable of. His days of distraction and dillydallying might not be over, but this was a new start of an era for him, one where commitment wasn't something he could just brush off. Thoughts of his future filled his time as the brute strided to the vaguely familiar veins of the gods.
His burning embers followed the blue liquid as it seeped and oozed from it's chamber in the earth. The place never ceased to fascinate him, the history as rich as the azure auroras. He had come to patrol the area, a few others that he had never met before were to accompany him on his first task in the Dragon's Throat. He wasn't quite sure if he was early or late, time had passed him. As he wondered deeper into the godly domain, he caught sight of his accompanies. Which meant he was late, lovely. Nostrils flared as he took in their scent, tail slashing at his flanks. One was ebonite, with a face of ivory and tassels of coal. The males legs were dipped with white, and pieces of leather created a strange headdress on his face. The other, a mare, was also ebonite in color. Azure hues blended with charcoal on her body and a strange, lightning like mark painted her skin. Her ribbons were black with blue tips. Massive, black wing appendages sprouted from her back, completing her look. He would be lying if he wasn't slightly jealous of those of flight, to be able to experience the world at such heights made him envious.
After his eyes had finished their physical examination, ears perked forward as he trained his attention to the pair of equines in front of him; this would begin a more aggressive type of examination. The colored man was analytical, always wondering, always asking, always digging. With strangers there was no excuse, information was constantly gathered and organized behind the ibex horned skull of Miseal.
"Excuse my tardiness." His chords rang out, deeply masculine and just as enthralling. He had waited for the storm girl to finish her words before he had spoken, golden orbs eyeing her as she spoke. "You speak as if you have had personal experience, tell me, have you met one of the deities that reign over Helovia?" He asked, brow arching with an inborn curiosity. Only after he had spoken, did he realize he had yet to introduce himself. The horned dipped his head respectfully at the black and the storm girl, "Miseal."
"Talk?"
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