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The clitter-clank of Midas’s armor made Levi unaware of what was going on. Why does Midas need his armor? Levi thought suddenly. He was watching Midas and an unknown victim under the daring eye of his fellow general. The grullo let out a slight chuckle as this draft had no chance against Midas. The brute began to prepare his landing, letting his wings almost press against his rib cage, he swooped downwards flying towards Midas and the unknown horse until he noticed Kri. Briefly thoughts about the last time he had encountered himself with her raced through his mind. He was not too happy with the way his Sultana had spoken to him and now he was not sure on how this was going to work out… He honestly would have left the Throat if no one in the herd meant something to him, but they did and they needed him. He was a shoulder they could rely on and he was the one who was suppost to protect them along with the other soldiers.
Landing next to Midas, he flustered his wings smoothing them and letting them go back into place by his rib cage. Smiling towards Midas, he dipped his head in respect to him and to Kri. ". “Greetings my trustful brother and Sultana.” He smiled at Kri even though it was a bit for faked. He didn’t want there to be tension between them, but he wanted Kri to apologize for yelling at him like that. It was kind of unacceptable, but he knew he would get over it. "Who's this?" ?” Levi wondered suddenly examining the unfamiliar face. He did not look familiar and his scent reeked of the Basin. He remembered this scent from when he had met Lady Faelene. The silver brute didn’t dare to bring that up though since he didn’t know what this fool was here for. He knew that he would find out soon, but he wanted to know now. If this horse had even touched one of his herd members, then he would surely not see daylight again. Levi did not feel like putting up with another “Tio” and surely did not want to get into another fight now. Levi "Honor, protection, love. That is what flows in my blood." |
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