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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727

Deceased

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE

Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven

#10

12-15-2013, 08:18 PM

In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
Dragon’s Throat Oracle

‘Assassin’… The word struck her mind with the ferocity and energy of forked lightning. There was a tribe once, known by that name and they were without dignity or morality- Africa simply could not risk the wellbeing of her family if this thug would not compromise and meet her terms; they were not wild or unfair after all and she would accept naught but his complete cooperation. Much time had allowed the memory of Ignitia and her band of hardnosed hoodlums to pass into a weak legend, and for that the Oracle was relieved. Helovia had no need for such flimsy, unstructured foundations and the motivations driving them to penetrate the population with rumours ill intent and irrationality. Come to think of it, Africa shifted awkwardly as her thoughts churned in a cesspool of mistrust and wariness, Krieger was perhaps almost perfectly suited to such a band.

A sharp snort slipped through the air and the dapple mare shook her head amidst pooling tangles of wild, billowy tendrils of mane. Very carefully she chose the next words to follow those offered by the stallion with the crimson tattoos, and with a narrowed, penetrating glare said, “Even assassins have their use in this world.” She was trying so very carefully to hold a diplomatic frame of mind; to not judge this character by the foolishness displayed in his barefaced attitude, to not dismiss his merits and potentials- if they simmered beneath the show of his mannerless conduct at all. Africa drew a thoughtful breath, trying to restore some form of lucidity to her mind. She wanted so desperately to offer Krieger the benefit of the doubt, to give him the trust which he did not particularly deserve at this point, but that each of her heart’s throbbing beats wished to bestow to any living and breathing around her.

“Krieger…” She began slowly, not removing her eyes from his pale, defiant expression. “Your future is in your hands alone. Should you accept my terms- to work to meld yourself into a contributing herd-member, you will be granted all that I offered. However, if you cannot douse your approach with humility and respect; and if you are unwilling to work with me to level your mind, Dragon’s Throat has not the space to bed you.” With a curt nod she concluded- surely the clarity of her offer was enough for him to understand and decide upon now. As silence gripped them, Africa sighed quietly and ruffled her wing feathers. Her skin prickled wildly with anticipation, though she would be content if either direction was chosen.

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