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He was massive, like one of the trees he stood between. He was a soldier, standing there straight and stoic and scarred. Loretta shuffled her paws some, watching as the women inspected him. You impress them. She observed carefully, a small smirk lighting her white features. First, the butterfly winged one turned to them and sputtered her questions. Loretta mused to her bonded that the child seemed familiar, and Archibald agreed. She must have been a member of the Edge when they were there, but the Dauntless took little interest in foals that did not desire to be warriors (when they were not his own) and the youth that plagued her face only made him decide that she had been a foal when he ruled the mists. Her question caught him off guard and he raised his chin some, along with his eyebrow. She knew of Vincent? His raised brow lowered and he nodded. "He is my brother." The private king looked then to the stranger, the one seeking a home in Helovia, and nodded once more.
"The Hidden Falls is a beautiful land. We have strong warriors and skilled masons, and we desire to fill in our ranks with healers and sneaks, as well as masons and warriors. Does any of that interest you?" He asked simply, his thunderous voice calm but quite emotionless. His molten eyes were hard, cold even, as well as he stood before them. The perfect soldier turned king, he was. He ruled this way, with his composition and intelligence running him and his strength and battle prowess only supporting him in getting what he and his family desired. The bay asked about Loretta and Archibald turned his head toward her. "A dog. She is my companion, bound together by our souls. Our partnership was ordained, she was a gift to me from the Earth God." He said matter of factly, tail giving a simple flick. The behemoth shifted his weight some, snow crunching beneath his hooves. "Was there companions or magic where you came from? It all runs rampant here in Helovia, it is hard to find a stranger without some sort of gift." ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS
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begin again - by Freyja - 02-04-2016, 01:06 PM
RE: begin again - by Myrrine - 02-04-2016, 01:54 PM
RE: begin again - by Freyja - 02-04-2016, 04:27 PM
RE: begin again - by Archibald - 02-04-2016, 06:17 PM
RE: begin again - by Myrrine - 02-04-2016, 07:10 PM
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RE: begin again - by Archibald - 02-06-2016, 04:23 PM
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