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11-04-2016, 05:09 AM
Heavy hoof steps thudded against the hardened and rooted floor, the clawed boots sunk deep into the earth as his weight bore down upon the misted dirt. He had heard the call of the Czarina, and he intended to be there to watch how the events unfolded, part of him was curious to see if their Queen would accept, or if another would take her place. The Seer was eager to see the Queen answer, the meeting of her ascension was forever ingrained in his mind, and had left the Moon's Messenger conflicted and reserved in his judgement on their current reigning Lady. Let her prove that a Healer is a capable warrior when the need arises, let her be able to answer challenges and not fall victim to the all too delicate noose of favor and misfortune. So he marched under heavy armor toward where the sound had emanated from with a collected font of curiosity. Unyielding silver eyes landed upon the fae and her deer, drawing to a respectable distance from her and keep a respectable silence in favor of focusing on the impending fight. The Czarina voiced her reasoning for the challenge, blue hued ears pressed forward to catch every word which left her maw. An admirable quality, to take the grievances of those who joined as their own, one that no doubt showed that the Falls cared for that which ailed their members. The opinion is cut short by the doe's sudden voice, cutting and infantile, so he finds as she spouted and raved about how infantile it was to hide behind a leader. "Better it be that the leaders settle differences, than one man to act alone and draw ire upon an entire herd for the sake of not keeping one in check, no?" He grumbled, ears pressed back against the cool armor, disdain marking what was no covered by his faceplate. "The earthen leader is right to seek out that which belonged to her herd member, if he so rightly craves them enough to ask for them back." He fell silent after that, leonine tail neatly pulled around his lapis hooves as his neck gave a shake. A vain attempt to shrug off the mornings lingering tendrils of sleep and grogginess. It was a match that required every ounce of him to focus upon and commit to memory. Sore it was for the Seer then, when it was not the painted Queen who emerged to meet the Czarina but Tembovu. Barrel swelled with a silent and confused sigh, and his plated neck arched to glance around the makeshift arena to see if he could not spot her, his search turned up empty and he was forced to glance back to the King and Earth Queen. "Where is Queen Alysanne? Does she not wish to answer her own call to arms?" It's a question more to himself as brows knitted together and his lips pulled downward into an unabashed judgement. Ethereal eyes narrow with a resigned glint, a poor attempt at hope still remaining that she would show late and insist the King step aside. Strange, it was to him, his homeland was truly worlds apart. "talk talk talk" The Arcweaver's Circle
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"I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,
And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon."
force & violence permitted on Alune at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
