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12-19-2014, 02:27 PM
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d'Artagnan the Nightshade
He watched her gaze drift across him and bared her scrutiny with thin lined lips as her eyes hovered on his broken pride for a while. The shattered horn. A past memory, a past defeat and a reminder of what happened if he stood too close to the fire. In a way it marked the beginning of his sorry tale. He let her linger there and explained nothing; mysteries were far more interesting than honesty after all and it was a secret that would remain untold. The mare’s eyes soon averted themselves when he spoke and he took the opportunity to run his own examining eyes over her bodice whilst he spoke. The Mender’s lips curled into an amused smile when she brushed off his attempt at cold, dark humour. His normal approach to conversation that often unnerved many, but not this one and d’Artagnan nodded once in satisfaction. Impressive. He was half waiting for the snide swipe back that usually followed, however, this one appeared to have a better handle of her own composure and responded with an intriguing level of sarcasm. Maybe she was worthy to try and garner back to the Basin. There weren’t many stoic women sauntering around after all, they were both cold and snappy or Illynx. Though he was quite interested as to why she remembered little, had she been knocked over the head with something hard? Though she lacked an obvious facial scar so maybe it was the work of magic? A question to ask later should she desire to join the brutal and hardy unicorns of the north. When she spoke again the Doctor was finally able to put a name to a face. Brisé. Pretty, short and easy to remember. It didn’t quite match her outfit, but the shade would recall it well enough. She hinted once again to a loss of memory and this time d’Artagnan frowned in confusion. “No memories, no home… Did you wake up one day with nothing? Sounds… tragic” He enquired, puzzlement clear in his vocals. He almost asked where he could go to lose all his memories too, starting again from scratch sounded like a wonderful thing right now, but he quickly revised his words at the last minute. The conversation shifted back to that of the land he himself hailed from and the Nightshade quickly obliged to inform her of the snowy abode from which he had travelled. “It is a land hidden far in the north and home to many of our horned kind. I wouldn’t advise going alone as it is guarded by stone sentinels, but I can escort you in should you wish to join your kin, Brisé” [ooc: No worries!! :) <33] |
my heart’s an endless winter
filled with rage
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