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12-16-2012, 02:36 PM
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Crashing in the forest around him alerted Kaj to a newcomer that clearly didn't mind that they were heard all around. He remained on his knees until the female broke cover, speaking cheerily. Nodding silently in thanks to her welcoming to these lands, though he already knew of its name. Slipping his legs out, he observed the dark cocoa color- a major contrast to the sweet green of the grass that tickled his legs and cooled his stomach. Rising up to stand fully, knowing it was polite to stand when someone is speaking to you. Baby blue eyes turned to the other draft descendant, curiosity in his irises but face otherwise unchanged. The fae spoke again, nearly dizzying. Kaj hadn't ever been around much talking. In his herd the males were mostly like him, and the females were quiet and humble off the battlefield. But he supposed it was nice that she was so friendly. "Kaj. Do you know of the herds, miss Tor?" Deep voice nearly to the bass registry reaching out to her, always the gentleman. It was nice that they were on eye level, being of the same height and build. He hoped to appear friendly, but he often came off as 'strong and silent' or 'shy'. He'd been called both numerous times, and no longer cared. Those who knew him knew better and that was all that mattered. |
