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Enna Posts: 172

Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE

Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: None kels

#12

11-28-2015, 05:22 PM (This post was last modified: 11-28-2015, 05:34 PM by Enna.)

something filled up my heart with nothing

It is not long before impatience clusters in your veins, not long until time slows nearly to a stop, the two of you remaining ignored while they talk endlessly about all of the years that have passed between them (and if it had been up to you, you wouldn’t have pegged Deimos for one to have friends), adding just a touch of mystery to what had transpired that drew them so seemingly close (and yet there had been years of silence, it seems, years of intentions that led to nothing). On your tongue the bitterness that this spotted lord (~~king~~?) had conjured still lingers, the look that he had given Erebos sitting somewhere on the fence of what you judged to be shock and … had it been disgust? It turns opinions of him sour, your view on this meeting decaying into something that had been a mistake. You shift in your spot, muscles aching with the desire to simply leave, to drag Erebos with you so that he may not be ogled at as if he did not have eyes to see, any feelings or thoughts or needs or opinions. The only thing keeping you in place is that of your loyalty to Deimos, of your desire to perform for him, prove to him that you are worth something, of the way that the spotted man’s look hardly seems to faze the same prince you are so offended for. The only sign of your frustration is a single huff, your eyes narrowing ever so slightly, throwing daggers at the King for moments, until Erebos turns to you, snatches you away from all your petty, misplaced anger.

You shelter a foolish hope that his words would be that of plotting an escape, though you are not disappointed as he speaks of his father and this spotted stranger, offering just a glimpse of the time the two had shared together. You manage a small smile, shaking your head as he asks of your knowledge of it. You still know nothing of the history of your little valley nestled in the shadow of the mountains, nothing but what it is, and most of you is just fine with it being like that, remaining oblivious to whatever trials had been set before. Part of you is frightened of what you may find, remembering Rohan’s reluctance to stay with you, the way he seemed to flee the mountain’s very shadow, grow more (had it been just months before you would have believed this impossible) secretive. You hadn’t ever bothered to ask about the why, too wounded to truly care. Your attention snaps from your thoughts as Tembovu makes a surprisingly graceful entrance, all traces of humor first vanishing and then deepening across your face. “Oh, look,” It is said in a whisper to Erebos as you fight back the urge to laugh, recalling the first encounter the two of you had shared with the antelope-man. Tembovu, however, does not seem to recognize the boy at your shoulder as he acknowledges you. You give a tiny nod in his direction, once again choosing to hold your tongue, something, you reflect, with just the slightest bit of devilry, the antelope-man may not be accustomed to.