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09-15-2014, 03:40 PM
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Singing the song of crazy men. It is the song of the unicorns, See all who begin to morn. Sharp eyes threw daggers at the golden son’s coat. The slouched creature seeing the gold man step around the twisted mare, now stands and lifts that broken glass crown high. As interesting as this defensive brute is though, the mare was catching more of his mind’s thoughts. She too throws daggers of disgruntlement at the gold. Honestly, was no one in Helovia ever glad to see him? Good thing he got used to those stares a long time ago. Still, the woman does not spit out at him, even though she looks as if she wants to do much worse. It is the dark newcomer who speaks out first in their fun little sleep over. The damn creature is a cocky as a peacock, idiotic to be such in this place. (Never mind that the golden was himself) Right side of the gold’s lips lift and his own tassled tail twitches at his hocks in a steady beat. Breathe inhales to speak back to the bold blanket, but he is cut off from an unexpected source. A twisted woman’s voice rises in the night, dark and smooth. Restraining surprise at being defended by she who only seconds ago looks ready to kick him, the gold watchers her as she speaks. Oh but before he thinks she’s curving more to his style, the woman looks at him with the same cruelty. Now they’re back to normal, honestly, he thought she would break the Basin mold there. It was a scary thought. The golden though was more secure with her hatred stare, so says nothing more. Only turns back to the blanketed smart mouth. What a tasty treat he’ll make for Deimos. The golden’s smile grows only larger at the thought. The two in front of him continue their little conversation, the earth eyes watching, but reframed. The twisted mare wraps her words in the dark depths of her mind, and it’s a curious show, but let’s not lose the point of this little meeting. At last the gold speaks up, “The Aurora Basin resides in the mountains of the north, well kept, and strengthening the strongest.” So maybe it wasn’t exactly true, but who was going to protest it here? Still, this all sounded too sweet in his mouth for him, though, so the gold lets his smirk drop slightly and levels out. “If you do not want help, fine, but do not ignore common sense.” Then the gold steps back, his lighter mood returning. Smirking once again he lets his voice slip out. “You may not be different, but don’t disappear into the crowd. Believe me, none in the Basin ever do.” Just ask anyone who had lived in Helovia for a while their opinion of the Basin, and you will see them shutter. "Speech" Tag;; @[Panzram] OOC;; Notes;; |
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