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12-09-2015, 02:54 AM
“Is this a joke?” Waspish and cutting, the words whipped through the mists and gentle breeze, finding their way to he King’s black marked ears. Blue eyes narrow slightly as he slowly raised his head great head from the drying grass he had been grazing. He appreciated sass, even enjoyed it. But there was an edge to these words, a vindictive undertone that did not carry sauciness. It carried malice, intent to harm.
The rest of the far-off words were lost in the dullness of conversation. They lacked the sharpness of the initial question, and thus did not carry to or break through the Elephant’s thoughts. Two mare voices, one sounded like Iona, and a later male voice came from the Edge’s borders. The man sounded like Alune, the Moon Worshiper. The last voice, the sharp one, must be a new recruit, then, for it did not sound familiar in the slightest.
Picking up an easy lope, his heavy frame thundered across the earth to the gathering of equines. Slowing and halting alongside his Spector, he nods his great horn once in greeting, “Iona. Alune.” Catching the end of the midnight man’s words, he watches the smile cover his handsome face as he preached the path of the moon.
Though one look at the newcomer’s face was enough to tell the King that Alune was wasting his breath. The winged woman was beautiful, of that there was no question. Light rose graced her pale face and flowing, ivory locks. Dried, wilted flowers in her mane and tail bespoke of either care of her appearance or outright vanity. Muscular wings sprouted from withers, which were a tall height for a mare.
But it was not her beauty that caused the scrutiny of a King. It was the severe expression on her face and malicious gleam in her pale coral eyes that caught his attention. It contrasted greatly with her elegance, altering her allure. Instead of a rose, she was a dare; a cobra with hood spread.
His hard stare firmly met hers. Gone was the characteristic good humor and slight smile that usually greeted new members. Instead, impassive observance took its place, “Tell me, woman of flowers, why do you wish to follow a warrior’s path?” His low rumble skipped introductions, for now. There were more important things to address, first. For, if the Elephant was to rely on her to protect his herd, then her intentions needed to be known.
The rest of the far-off words were lost in the dullness of conversation. They lacked the sharpness of the initial question, and thus did not carry to or break through the Elephant’s thoughts. Two mare voices, one sounded like Iona, and a later male voice came from the Edge’s borders. The man sounded like Alune, the Moon Worshiper. The last voice, the sharp one, must be a new recruit, then, for it did not sound familiar in the slightest.
Picking up an easy lope, his heavy frame thundered across the earth to the gathering of equines. Slowing and halting alongside his Spector, he nods his great horn once in greeting, “Iona. Alune.” Catching the end of the midnight man’s words, he watches the smile cover his handsome face as he preached the path of the moon.
Though one look at the newcomer’s face was enough to tell the King that Alune was wasting his breath. The winged woman was beautiful, of that there was no question. Light rose graced her pale face and flowing, ivory locks. Dried, wilted flowers in her mane and tail bespoke of either care of her appearance or outright vanity. Muscular wings sprouted from withers, which were a tall height for a mare.
But it was not her beauty that caused the scrutiny of a King. It was the severe expression on her face and malicious gleam in her pale coral eyes that caught his attention. It contrasted greatly with her elegance, altering her allure. Instead of a rose, she was a dare; a cobra with hood spread.
His hard stare firmly met hers. Gone was the characteristic good humor and slight smile that usually greeted new members. Instead, impassive observance took its place, “Tell me, woman of flowers, why do you wish to follow a warrior’s path?” His low rumble skipped introductions, for now. There were more important things to address, first. For, if the Elephant was to rely on her to protect his herd, then her intentions needed to be known.
He paid for his sins. He was saved.
But some sins haunt us no matter how much we pay.
@Iona
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