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09-11-2014, 08:23 AM
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“Agreed, I’m very interested in that answer.” The low sooth voice rolls out from the shadows of the dawn. It was usually only in the morning when he could hide his golden coat, as the sun’s brilliance usually proved a distraction. That is if he choose the right hiding place, otherwise it was a personal spot light. The golden son carried his colors proudly though as he stepped into the light of the clearing. Spanish neck curled and legs nimble and ready with the coming of day. In truth he had come to this opening forest to begin a run through the adjoining thistle meadows. A treat really considering how full life was of commitments. Not that he ever let those bother him. The black creature he had seen in the distance and followed behind. Another charge for the Basin would be a welcomed patch for the time it was taking him to get into the Throat. He had tried through a little flightly pale mare, and found a dead end. So, bone crowned brute would prove a most excellent appetizer for his lady. Besides there was a spark about this dark creature that the golden recognized for being so close to his own so many times. How could you have more fun than setting another trouble maker loose in the mountains? There had been another though to walk up to the creature first, D’Artagnan, Time Mender in the Basin. Known only through the herd meeting of his promotion it left the golden little else to know about him. Herd competition was expected, but from within your herd, that was new. Still, the golden was never one to turn down a game. So he steps forward, dipping the twin horns to the blood bay, and while the motion was short the earth eyes caught all they could of this new herd mate before turning away. They found the youth with wolfish eye, and a smile rose on his lips. A strong lad, would make a fine solider. They speak of the pet that hung about the blood bay. One hark flicks back but the smile does not falter. His hatred of everyone’s damn pets could be put aside for a good cause. Though the good part of this is in question. Still he’s gained manners since past attempts. So no snarky phrases or words leave his lips, and it is only when he is done that the golden man speaks. “I’m afraid our manners are terrible though, Vale.” The sarcasm showing a little too much. “How could we forget to welcome you to Helovia.” A spark of gold flashes in those earth eyes. "Speech" Tag:: @[Vale] OOC:: Excuse the table please...my imagination runs away with me sometimes XD |
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