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02-17-2016, 03:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-17-2016, 03:35 PM by Albrecht.
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“Away from the Basin? What good is a homeland that you can’t call home for whole seasons of the year?” Thoughtlessly, angrily, the words burst from his mouth, surprise shaping them to a razors edge. “Well where do you spend your time then? Aside from the various beds you’ve made.” The jab is unkind and completely unwarranted; he knows that, but it’s not the harshness of the comment or any film of regret that silences him. It’s something infinitely more selfish.
Up until this point he’s enjoyed an almost complete disregard from the rest of the herd. Without a name, a title, or a backstory he’s just some ‘old geezer,’ wandering the valley. No one of note. No one to silence loose tongues or break off slanderous gossip around. After living an entire life with every eye and ear trained to his movements twenty-four hours a day, being able to fade into the scenery of someone else’s drama is a liberating experience. One that will quickly be extinguished if his smartass mouth can’t keep from jabbing petty insults at every inch of exposed skin it finds nearby.
“Not that I wouldn’t welcome the chinking of golden chains in my cave some time you know.” He tries at smoothing the indiscretion over, hoping Miss-Gets-Around will toss it up to his terrible manners – which he did warn her about so there's no playing the victim now – instead of an active curiosity in others affairs. She must know by now how rumors have spread, what with little Rein wandering about and his easily recognized parents so rarely witnessed together.
The aforementioned decorative loops slip across Rexanna's body with every small movement, drawing the stallion's eyes from one part of her anatomy to another, or is it the impact of his own suggestion? He can see why so many names have willingly written themselves in her little black book. One ear flicks forward as he tilts his head and puckers his upper lip to reach toward the tiny links.
"Where do you get those by the way? Mortuus Nox has jewelry too." An emerald studded cuff for his left horn, made of silver. Albrecht remembers, but why does he remember so well? He never had an interest in such frivolous indulgences before - or did he just not have time to?
Up until this point he’s enjoyed an almost complete disregard from the rest of the herd. Without a name, a title, or a backstory he’s just some ‘old geezer,’ wandering the valley. No one of note. No one to silence loose tongues or break off slanderous gossip around. After living an entire life with every eye and ear trained to his movements twenty-four hours a day, being able to fade into the scenery of someone else’s drama is a liberating experience. One that will quickly be extinguished if his smartass mouth can’t keep from jabbing petty insults at every inch of exposed skin it finds nearby.
“Not that I wouldn’t welcome the chinking of golden chains in my cave some time you know.” He tries at smoothing the indiscretion over, hoping Miss-Gets-Around will toss it up to his terrible manners – which he did warn her about so there's no playing the victim now – instead of an active curiosity in others affairs. She must know by now how rumors have spread, what with little Rein wandering about and his easily recognized parents so rarely witnessed together.
The aforementioned decorative loops slip across Rexanna's body with every small movement, drawing the stallion's eyes from one part of her anatomy to another, or is it the impact of his own suggestion? He can see why so many names have willingly written themselves in her little black book. One ear flicks forward as he tilts his head and puckers his upper lip to reach toward the tiny links.
"Where do you get those by the way? Mortuus Nox has jewelry too." An emerald studded cuff for his left horn, made of silver. Albrecht remembers, but why does he remember so well? He never had an interest in such frivolous indulgences before - or did he just not have time to?
@Rexanna
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