what the fuck did I say?

what the fuck did I say?

Albrecht Posts: 249

Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen

04-08-2017, 08:25 AM

albrecht

An unnatural light blooms overhead, drawing the old stallion’s begrudging attention. He cocks his head, trying to discern this new atmospheric feature from the more golden light of the sun and the bright blue backdrop of clear skies behind it. At first the bolts of spark magic – unquestionably so, since no other lightning he’s ever seen has appeared during clear weather and without thunder or rain - seem to repel his eyes, too bright to stare at directly, but difficult to see in focus without studying to some degree, their edges seeming to shift, restless, flickering between opaque and transparent, as if the energy itself resents its captivity and struggles for escape. It takes him several moments to realize that the shapes are actually letters.

Rikyn as Lord.

By now the herd is starting to gather, most of them cavorting, celebrating, or otherwise expressing approval for the appointment of their new leader, and truthfully, objectively - which the old black is largely not - he has no legitimate complaint to the gold marked stallion’s promotion either, though the way he's been promoted spreads a wild grin across his face.

With the loss of Deimos and the white witch’s conspicuous absence there aren’t many others he would have considered appropriate for the position anyway, had he been asked. There’s only one other, actually, but in so far as he can tell the Reaper’s son is content to lead his warriors and leave the role of figure head to another.

Approaching the group, his usual churlishness still subdued by amusement, the old stallion nods to the man of the hour, only a hint of ungraciousness in his emerald eyes, and even that quickly extinguishes when he realizes who the figure behind him is - their patron deity himself - the God of the Spark, or is it the God of Time? He's heard the terms used somewhat interchangeably, but isn't about to pester an irritated Ancient with his ignorance, bowing his head instead, a measure of true deference in the gesture this time, and a quiet, "Sir."

"Talk."
OOC // Congrats!

Oh where have you been
that it hurts to be forgiving?

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