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08-30-2012, 06:15 PM
 G A S P A R D The sparkle in your eyes keeps me alive... In a whirlwind of panic, Gaspard found himself clutched in one of his mad rages, the voices growing menacingly close to his core. With one final blow to the ground using his massive, thick charcoal daggers he fought them off and began to curse obsenities towards them in his mind. The clouds that had shrouded his general chill nature subsided and he relaxed slightly. Paranoia was still rife within him though, and the monochrome mass shook at the sound of anything that rustled the now otherwise silent scenery. The terra firma was growing softer underneath his weight as the cooling of the lands was being to be felt. Orangemoon was a blessing for the strange young brute; it was not easy to find shelter in hot conditions with such a thick pelt, so to have another cooler season spread over him was welcomed. With a snort he began to continue on his journey to nowhere, pressing his lobes had and his mossy pools fixated on his surroundings, scanning every rock, tree and herbage that he came across. The voices began to sound again... You can't hold us down forever. With an almighty bellow he screamed out to the madness, addressing it in a rage only a warrior would understood if in mid-battle, "Be gone!" Suddenly, he heard another call. It was not a reply to his irate behaviour, but a calling. Curious, he shoved the voices as far back into his mind as he could and let his muscular pillars do the work. Picking his way over the rocks he soon found himself back into the Deep Forest, it's high trees protruding out the ground that told tales of their own. Deep, ancient memories. The light faded as the branches and leaves covered the majority of the ground, leaving Gaspard without much light to move around obstacles. With his orbs adjusting, he eventually came across the familiar scent of Mirage, and of course other creatures that had passed this way. They also bore the same sort of scent, one that he recognised - Qian. I remember, just like I was told. Almost pride swept over him at remembering such a thing. It was his newly found family, of whom he was still yet to even meet, let alone bond with. Stumbling in fairly clumsily, the mammoth brute settled himself close to the others. One was a fascinating creature, that resembling the merging of a dragon and an equine, with impressive leathery wings, odd pools and yet still adorned with a fuscous pelt, that of an average equine. He was indeed an odd creature, but as he stood next to the sweet Mirage and her bonded, Akaith, Gaspard felt a little more at ease with him. He appeared to be on good terms with his newly found friend, and so the alabaster and charcoal cooled down slightly. Next, he turned to the others that stood in the small clearing inbetween the large frondescence. One was another brute, bearing a golden and bleached pelt, another one with a dragon bonded. He seemed harmless enough, with mossy pools that almost screamed innocence and bliss. Another duchess stood in the clearing. She had bleached silks, with a bleached marking covering her rump that stood out from her overall obsidian look. He could not yet make out her personality, but held his judgment for now. Even a madman knew better than to go about picking fights with the unknown. He cleared his throat, ready to speak. Having pretty much crashed the party stumbling in as he did, Gaspard was not going to speak to have his presence announced yet again. Instead he was going to welcome his fellow Qians in the hope that he could interact with them. The deep gruff tone of his voice sounded quietly, but still clear enough for the strangers to make out his unique tongue pattern, "Greetings to you. I, Gaspard, am new to Qian." It hardly made sense, but he looked on at Mirage with a soft gaze, hoping for her input to see his way through the awkward introductions. "Nice to see you again, Mirage." He tilted his head to the dragon, and smiled, "And you, Akaith." Chuckling, he stepped back slightly and waited for the reactions from the others. "You called?" |
