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12-12-2015, 06:30 PM



Draevo




Draevo's large, chiseled head swung to face the fiery stallion when he appeared from the brush. Storm forged orbs observed the smaller stud closely, blatant in their search of whether he was a neutral party as his posture suggested, or whether he was a vagabond with a death wish, trying to catch him unaware.

Thick nostrils gave a loud snort, the ivory and gold ring there vibrated with the force. Large, feathered wings shuffled against his side as he made up his mind on this red stallion. For now, he decided, he would let the stag approach. Ears pressed forward when he introduced himself, stormy eyes sized him up once more now he was in view. This one was refined and elegant, he did not see a warriors build within him as he did himself — but then, he had seen mare's fell great beasts twice their size. Maybe this little stag is deceptive in his build, and it earns him another skeptical glance.

Their brief introduction is halted by the appearance of a second and the dark stallions head turns to face the mare. She is taller than the stallion and battle scarred and he let's out a humored snort. She is more deserving of his attention, warrior to warrioress, even if he isn't fond of the winter squall that follows in her wake. The warrior stag even tosses an appreciative gaze to the curve of her svelte, battle hardened body before they return to her face.

"I am Draevo." He announced with a nod of his head, the warrior cared little for the offer of rest and solace right now nor did he care to know the name of the land he had flown into. The mention of a herd had met his ears, from both Elsa and Rift, and his interest had latched on to that instead. Which one was worthy of his loyalty?

Rift smelt of heat, sand and salt while Elsa smelled richly of pine, sea air and the cool of winter. The former sounded more appealing that the latter to the warrior.

Common was not his strong suit, and those in lands he had traveled had tried, and failed, to get the primal beast to be more competent in his words. "Draevo follow sun and storm." He responded gruffly, shaking his head. "Not follow moon."
 
He would not follow Elsa back to the Edge, no matter how pretty he found the pale mare. Thick neck turned once more back to Rift. "Dragon's Throat have strong Warriors? Will only follow strong herd." Draevo stated, if they had, he would follow this Rift back to the Dragon's Throat, that much was certain. It showed in the way he stood poised to follow the smaller, fire pelted stallion if his answer was pleasing. If they were not strong, then he would leave the other stallion's presence and find a herd that was.




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Messages In This Thread
common tongues - by Draevo - 12-08-2015, 08:48 PM
RE: common tongues - by Rift - 12-09-2015, 01:34 PM
RE: common tongues - by Elsa - 12-09-2015, 02:00 PM
RE: common tongues - by Draevo - 12-12-2015, 06:30 PM
RE: common tongues - by Rift - 12-14-2015, 09:09 PM

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