Twinkle Toes

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[PRIVATE] Twinkle Toes

Erebos Posts: 474

Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE

Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather

05-27-2017, 05:42 PM

Take just what I came for

He hadn’t expected many things to unravel in that moment – for the beast’s maw to stretch towards his own, for the announcement of a new warrior, for the bright ambience or pose striking, and for a few seconds he just stared in disbelief. His eyes widened a fraction or two, losing their steely, ferocious quality, fading right into the boyish aspirations and follies of youth, chuckling softly before extending his muzzle towards the other stag’s. He didn’t know why the sanction struck him as funny – perhaps from fatigue, from agony, from torment, his mind, his body, his frame eager to rid itself of brooding monstrosities and soulless thoughts to simply unravel, unfurl, for a slight occasion. “A pleasure, Ezital and Oatmeal,” he said at first, and it wasn’t a lie, because he was thoroughly amused, his smile rising into reality, into a sculpted art instead of forced pretenses and masquerading details. Even Ezital's companion was entertaining, all toes, claws, and fur, and Enyo started to lean toward it too, attempting a close inspection with her beak, while the prince, the General, attempted to forge through the rest of the conversation – pleased that there was one more to add to his warrior flock (even if he were the worst kind of shepherd to have; brutal and acrimonious, twisted and turned for his benefit, for the ways of the cold-blooded valley to become something again). “I’m glad to hear another has joined our ranks! Do you have any experience as a soldier?” Some had been carved right out of the hills as swords and daggers (Wessex, for instance, always reminded him instantly of a tank, clearly meant for the battlefield, for domination, for assault and sieges), fledgling hours and days spent mustering arms instead of alms. The eagerness, the fervency, radiating off of the other stallion was enough to hasten a bout of glory, a searing pledge of triumph, because it seemed he wouldn’t have to spend his days hounding this one (and he’d been lucky regardless, for all of his beasts seemed ambitious, determined, and dedicated). His head tilted and voice resounded again, marking off the particulars of what Ezital could accomplish. “You should familiarize yourself with the entire Basin, wall to wall, tree to tree. We often patrol the borders and open lands, especially recently, in regards to Kaos.” He didn’t know what the newcomer understood or comprehended about the malformed God corrupting the world outside, but if he yearned to hear the story, the General wouldn’t mind retelling it. “You could spar some of your fellow warriors.” Then, if possible, his grin grew broader, as if prompting the latter, emboldening, emblazoning, and fueling the foretold outcome.

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Twinkle Toes - by Ezital - 05-11-2017, 06:22 PM

RE: Twinkle Toes - by Erebos - 05-13-2017, 04:22 PM

RE: Twinkle Toes - by Ezital - 05-15-2017, 09:36 PM

RE: Twinkle Toes - by Erebos - 05-27-2017, 05:42 PM

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