of wounded minds and wounded souls

the Rift

of wounded minds and wounded souls

Hector Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE

Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream

01-05-2015, 08:14 PM

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights

Perhaps the most startling distinction between the regal warrior and the two primitive adults that lingered on, mere sticks and stones in the forest of giants, was the fact that he held back; did not crowd or mollycoddle the Pegasus child who so very obviously needed space to breath. Gloriously feathered wings lined her coloured flanks, they were enormous - breathtaking, and he understood that claustrophobia would serve her no benefit. It became obvious too, that the pale dame with the runaway tongue knew little of their fine, imperial race and its traditions. Hector towered above her, she was nothing more than sand on a beach, and he regarded her sourly - a reflection of her own rash attitude, through one blazing eye and the faintest of smirks teasing one corner of his mouth. Foolish woman...

He cared little for the bold lash of her tail, pointless cords that held not even the strength of his beloved feathers. The thick mare had turned from him in her haste, her desire to swoon the babe away with smooth dribble and sweet intentions that made the stallion’s stomach twist nauseously – he added, "Midas the Ascended of whom she speaks, is in heart a child of the desert, a Dragon like I am. Like you were born to be...." He spares no glance for the two-faced harpy and wings which had been raised some to salute the small bearer of winged blood, soon settled flush against copper sides.

Briefly he turns to the other stallion, and his fierce eye softens, for no foul has been done by him to this point – he remained in place, as Hector did. But again the tone, the lulled words and seductive smiles do little to win the warrior’s enthusiasm. She needs not a bosom to attach to... this girl is part grown, he conferred privately with Veci, before glancing back to the filly who had brought such unlikely conversation together by light of the moon. There was a brilliant confidence about him, pride that was not arrogance; and a benevolent elegance that shone exquisitely no matter the hour upon them. "Should you prefer neither of these offers, Dragon’s Throat will of course harbour you. I will see to your care and education myself."