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10-10-2012, 06:34 PM
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L E A N D E R Slight confusion entered the stallion's face. The strange mare spoke in a riddle like dialect, almost too difficult for him to make out. Dilligently, he had to piece the phrases apart, and assess the vocabulary. But he listened carefully to the words, and was finally able to gauge her meaning. "I heard your call. You sounded very forlorn." He spoke, trying to explain himself as best he could. Though with the black femm's odd tongue, it probably wouldn't do much good. He returned her gaze with his own, though staring wasn't the most polite of greetings. The dark, abstruse mistress was pretty, and yet, his heart only longed for the beauty of Faelene. Images of the garnet tressed dame flashed through his mind as they often did, lingering with the thought of her. Still, his inquisitive nature pulled him towards this ebon doe, wondering what had caused her to cry out into the dawning night with such sadness. She continued on, and he met her ochre gaze. Again, his mind fumbled through the elaborate speech, taking a few seconds to muddle through the meanings of the language. "I am Leander, a skilled Warrior of the Dragon's Throat herd. Do you seek shelter, miss?" At the least, he could try to make sure this equine was alright, and offer her a home if she needed one. [ooc: Your writing is fine! ^__^]  |
