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It had been a season or so since his decision to stake a place in this world, and throughout it there was one aspect of its strange customs that had irritated him since his arrival. Pets. Most seemed to have the most curious, suspicious, probing pets. They always eyed and questioned, hissed, and cried out. Always disliking the golden son. Granted for good reason, but still. This pet however, or rather companion, was not that much different. It stood between its bond’s legs, wavering those multitude of tails, with eyes seeking to find harsher motives than the sweet thing. So to say that he was actually what the golden desired to know more about was, an utterly deep lie in itself. True the thing was pretty, but they always had their suspicions. Perhaps to trick someone’s pet is the most rigorous of trials. Perhaps we’ll even try it now. So the golden shifts his weight slightly. Blood was drying about him like some mangled gore. Not the best conditions. A little blood never hurt any figure, but as the golden became aware, this was particularly, unsetting. So he grins slightly to her, finishing the touches on softening his figure to her. “Dragons, griffons, and snakes hold more unnerving glares.” Then the gold turned away, and teeth grabbed at a skin on the ground. It was a mangled mess, but it could be washed, just as well as he. Taking it and ensuring to keep the mess from hitting her the gold swings it up and onto that stripped back. Just as smoothly he grabs the other and toss it on up. The roughly cut off hides are not a pretty site, but they had potential. Perhaps one day, a cape would be in order. Looking now back at her, those earth eyes soften ever more to the sweet thing. “Your companion is so different from them, but yet I’ve seen its power when these hides were a little more threatening.” Shifting the golden son looks to the lake not far then back to the bay mare. “I’m a terrible bloody mess I’m afraid, would you care to continue this by the lake, and you could tell me a little more of your friend?” Stepping out with the hides upon his back he looks to her with a friendly face. It would be a sweet site were it not so ironically gory. The water would wash that way though. What it would not wash away was that beautiful mask he’d crafted. True the sweet thing had unsettled it as she did him an honest good, but time was easing that strange encounter with a pure soul. The objective? What makes you think there’s an objective? He only seeks friendship this time I swear it. Friendship with the healer was never a bad thing was it? With a wider grin he begins moving towards the lakeside. No, it’s never a bad thing to know all the right people. "Speech" Tag;;@[Lena] OOC;; Notes;; |
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