here is where we both go wrong;

[PRIVATE] here is where we both go wrong;

Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

12-05-2013, 06:23 PM

Torleik
A lone man loved by none:

How long can he live?

Prior to the Basin herd meeting, Torleik had never laid eyes on the Lady of the Basin, nor had he even known she much existed. However, his observant nature had watched as the meeting unfolded, feeling sorry for Illynx. It was obvious she was unaware Deimos had taken Psyche's place, even more obvious to him that she was shocked, wounded and thoroughly unsettled by the Reaper's ascent to power. They shared some sentiments over that issue, he thought as he gingerly stretched. It had taken some time but he'd finally healed from Ulrik's mechanical monster, if his back leg was still a little tight.

Ulrik was a whole other bag of mysteries. He was related to the brutish Engineer, and wondered at the male's possibly fractured mind. Had he suffered some abuse that made him as he was? Torleik frowned. If he had missed such cruelties in the short time Ulrik had lived near him...

His thoughts turned back to Illynx, and her metallic coat - rather like his cousin's. She was beautiful to be sure, proud, regal...but the warrior could see an empty shell when he looked at one. Everything that filled her up was hot air, shaky beliefs and self-aggrandizement. It was actually quite common in leaders, almost a requirement, in fact, to be slightly narcissistic and thrilled with your own speech. Those like Deimos were not truly fit to be leaders, per se, though they could lead in their own way.

Torleik briefly glanced up to the sky as it wept over the land, grateful for the rain. It felt good on his skin, a constant pitter-pattering massage, washing away all the disappointment of events since his arrival here. That, and Irelyn needed to learn what rain was. She was huddled, quite displeased, in her nest on his back, sending very irate pulses of irritation his way through their bond. "It's only rain. You don't want to clean yourself?"

"No." That word was delivered emphatically and he chuckled, continuing to walk amongst the trees. "Ooh." Looking around, as Irelyn made that noise when noticing someone, Torleik spotted another figure somewhat close by under a large conifer. They were in the Basin, so surely this would be a friend? Approaching slowly, the rune-horned stallion saw it was none other than his new Lady of the Basin, Illynx. With a respectful bow of his head, he greeted her with deep tones. "My lady," he murmured, saying no more, lest she not wish his company at all.

He would understand. Having your world upended, your life in upheaval was...isolating in ways you could not explain.

@[Illynx]

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