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01-16-2016, 12:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-16-2016, 12:52 AM by Miykael.
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Miykael had gotten caught up in the moment, gotten carried away by the hurricane of emotions slamming around inside of him. December had been gone for nearly a year and it had been almost two years since he'd met her at the frozen arch where they'd first gotten carried away. He'd lived a celibate existence, one that had been easy so long as the grey mare wasn't anywhere to be found. But, of course, the one time he slipped up and acted out of character turns out to be the one time that someone else is there to witness it. Ktulu's voice, harsh as it usually was, carried across the terrain to them and he cringes internally as he slides from the grey mare's back. "Ktulu." he responds, his voice lacking its' usual friendliness and warmth. With her, he is all business. With her, he is respectful but his emotions are kept firmly at bay and hidden carefully beneath the surface. He'd cleansed her once, of that horrid black sickness, but it was readily apparent that she didn't deem it noteworthy - it was simply his duty as a healer, not something to be praised. "Apologies for our lack of discretion. I'm not prone to this sort of behavior and we'll be far more careful next time." again his tone is even and businesslike. He gazes at the dark mare, his blue eyed gaze meeting her harsh, red-eyed stare without fear (even though he knew that she could quite easily kick his ass if she were so inclined but a warrior against a healer is a pointless fight). Even though Ktulu's presence clearly slaughtered the mood that had been smoldering between himself and December, he immediately felt her loss when December moved away from him to better address the darker mare. Yet as December spoke, he couldn't help but to admire her boldness. Her calm, unflinching stoicism is the perfect demeanor for the situation at hand and rather than stepping up to aide her, he remains silent as he shifts himself closer to the two mares. He didn't notice Carl's approach until he heard the too familiar sound, immediately followed by December's swift reaction. Though his own expression remains stone-like - stoic yet somehow cold - he couldn't help but to feel a tickle of amusement at the thought of Carl's wad of spit landing unceremoniously on the dark mare. Briefly, he wondered how she might react though he is careful to keep everything safely hidden. There is no need to further stir Ktulu's ire. This little gathering is already dramatic enough. everything you touch surely dies |
@December
@Ktulu
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