DIPLOMACY (n.) the patriotic art

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[OPEN] DIPLOMACY (n.) the patriotic art

Reichenbach Posts: 62

Dragon's Throat Guardian atk: 5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.0

Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 8 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

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04-03-2017, 01:34 AM

R E I C H E N B A C H

At the border of the multicoloured gathering stood Reichenbach, his handsome face furrowed in a concentrated frown, silver eyes slipping between each Edge member and lingering for a few moments as he committed their names and faces to his memory. The Throat was the first place he felt comfortable settling at after leaving his homeland, and for the burnished stallion that meant everything. The Edge convoy were here with good intentions, that much he knew, but he wasn't about to take any chances. Volterra stood stoic and impressive at the head of their gathered forces, a man that may have been new to the position of Sultan but was no stranger to experience - not to mention a formidable opponent. Though... Reich eyed Tembovu, noting his muscular form and calm demeanour with interest - here was a man that looked as if he could almost give their Sultan a run for his money. That, though, would never happen so long as Reich was there to stand and defend his home.

The gypsy soul chose to remain quiet, preferring to be a silent, focused guardian. He was a little disgruntled that the pretty grey mare he had spoken to at singles night hadn't come, and also that Tandavi had chosen to remain at home too. Regardless, he eyed the women from the Throat with a calm interest, noting their pronouncements but leaving his interest there - none compared to the vibrancy of Tiamat, nor the elegance of his other love interest, Toulouse. As if he had heard his name and with all the regality of a prince, the golden gelding made his entrance. With an ever-wandering gaze, Reich finally moved fluidly to stand beside Ampere, the new Sultana who was, incidentally, speaking to Toulouse. "Ampere" he acknowledged in his musical baritone, a pleasant smile gracing his ebony lips. "Lou wouldn't want to risk running into me at night," he began, his smile growing "Or any of the Throat warriors, for that matter." Reich grinned, his silver gaze lingering for a little too long on the faded rose of the geldings lips.

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