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10-19-2012, 07:43 PM
Beating wings churned the air noisily, alerting the buckskin to the new stallion’s approach. The pegasus was landing, having presumably noticed the stranger from far above and decided to investigate. Understandable, wise even, for it was doubtful that this desert land saw many lone travelers. Still, he resented the way golden eyes lingered on his twisted horn, the lessening suspicion that meant he believed the deformed unicorn to be less of a threat. As if he couldn’t whirl around and kick that expression off the winged creature’s face. His own orbs hardened, no longer as welcoming as they may have been previously. Lynx hated being underestimated.
Finally, the dark palomino remembered manners and spoke, welcoming the cursed stag to this land and introducing himself. At least there was still the hint of wariness in his tone, voice implying that this lone unicorn may still be dangerous. The yellow stag allowed some of his anger to fade, appeased by the acknowledgement and the lowered head. This gold being had probably been unaware of his earlier social missteps, it was common enough. Few were openly rude on purpose, merely surprised by the unusual disfigurement. Lynx silently forgave the stallion, though bitterness still lingered in his mind.
Now, he needed to reply to Leander in some way. Speaking would be the obvious solution, but a searing knife of agony ripped through the old wound as soon as the buckskin opened his mouth. Knowing that the pain must show on his features, Lynx ceased the attempt at forming words. He should have known better anyway, he had been unable to communicate verbally ever since the ebon spear had pierced down into his mouth. Uncertain of how to get his intentions across to the pegasus, he let his skull dip slightly in apology and waited. Perhaps his new companion would figure out the cause of his silence and think of way in which the two could converse.
Finally, the dark palomino remembered manners and spoke, welcoming the cursed stag to this land and introducing himself. At least there was still the hint of wariness in his tone, voice implying that this lone unicorn may still be dangerous. The yellow stag allowed some of his anger to fade, appeased by the acknowledgement and the lowered head. This gold being had probably been unaware of his earlier social missteps, it was common enough. Few were openly rude on purpose, merely surprised by the unusual disfigurement. Lynx silently forgave the stallion, though bitterness still lingered in his mind.
Now, he needed to reply to Leander in some way. Speaking would be the obvious solution, but a searing knife of agony ripped through the old wound as soon as the buckskin opened his mouth. Knowing that the pain must show on his features, Lynx ceased the attempt at forming words. He should have known better anyway, he had been unable to communicate verbally ever since the ebon spear had pierced down into his mouth. Uncertain of how to get his intentions across to the pegasus, he let his skull dip slightly in apology and waited. Perhaps his new companion would figure out the cause of his silence and think of way in which the two could converse.
