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07-04-2012, 06:57 PM
The brothers recognised something. Their orange, predatory eyes watched this chocolate femme as she encroached upon their borders, but there was something about her – she was kin. Though Mirage hadn’t had a chance to inform them of her, the devious little shadow had other ways of marking those of the Qian. The lingering touch of their sister was detected by the sensitive nerves within their nostrils, and they smiled as they approached. They heard the fae’s words, but paid little heed; they were essentially a part of this mare’s extended family now. For that was what the Qian was. “We may not be in charge.” “But we can offer you the protection of the Foothills.” “And the reassurance that the Qian is with you.” “Always.” They were softly teasing tones, like that an older brother might taunt their younger sister. They domineering forms circled the maiden once, it’s not that they were trying to be intimidating, merely getting a good view of the cocoa one so that they would be able to recognise her in future. They didn’t give their names, in that respect they enjoyed playing games of words before breaching such introductions, just like their sister. “So who is it that munches on the grasses of the Foothills today?” Maskan’ gentlemanly voice questioned, and the brother’s shared a roguish grin with each other before easing their weights onto opposite hind legs. |
