.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
10-30-2014, 12:16 PM
|
Bucephalus had his attention turned to Elsa as she spoke, listenining to both mares when they spoke. Seems he definitely wasn't the only 'lone wolf' so to speak. Hell, he only knew two.. no three equines in the Dragon's Throat(Granted he hadn't been there very long, but still.) and one of them he had taken a faint dislike to. Elsa had spoken far better than Bucephalus had, and he wasn't quite sure what else to add. "You can always change herds, or choose no herd. Your fate is entirely up to you, as Elsa said." He flicked an ear to the pale mare, then turned his gaze to Morrighan. "Whatever you choose, none will blame you." He dipped his head to her slightly, then stepped to the side a bit, gold-tipped wings rustling at the movement. It almost felt like it was getting colder, and while the sands of the Throat still held the bite of winter, it was warmer there than the Threshold. He was trying to be patient, but it was rarely in his nature to remain still, especially in the cold. So, instead of taking off like he so wished to do, Bucephalus tucked his wings tight against his side for warmth, and awaited Morrighan's answer. Bucephalus
|
Table by Tamme<3
Feel free to tag Buce in all posts; permission is given for force against him provided it doesn't kill or permanently maim him(ask about the latter)
