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Devout

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The acidic scent of fear teased across the roans pinched nostrils. It smelled to him like a small encouragement, a signpost on the road to depravity. He could only assume the troupe of misfits had finally recognized a primal danger in his presence. As if to affirm, the grey and the gold resumed their huddle, pushing and pulling one another toward the shaggy stallions hip.

The roan clenched his neck and raised his head to stand poll above the others, expression unchanged. He longed to charge forward, but the ease of the hunt and the possibility of learning something useful about this new continent held him steady. The grey and the gold had nearly walked into his open jaws before any rattle of warning appeared in their demeanor. Even the shaggy stallion had offered little more than cursory glances before giving names and welcomes. The roan wondered that any of them had survived for so long. If the entire populous was as thick as these three, he would have no trouble finding new victims. A veritable smorgasbord of them.

The group babbled more names, more greetings, as if perpetuating their empty words would hold him from his purpose. Disinterested, the roan let his eyes wander between the three figures, then tilted his head in curiosity. Something tiny and very squirmy was making panicked little chirrups from inside a container of some sort cinched against the blind mares withers. He sniffed uncertainly, lips finally slipping down into the range of normal to accommodate a widening of nostrils, but nothing definite about the noisy creature came to him through the haze of fear and masculine fetor. A question teetered on his dark lips until a sudden change in tone brought his attentions back to the shaggy stallion.

“World’s Edge, Falls, Wilds. Do you speak for all of Helovia?” He snorted his disbelief. “What a humble king, to walk among his subjects.”

Noisy creature forgotten, a new thought flicked the roans ears forward, though it did little to soften his expression.

“Maybe you could direct me to appropriate companions then. Perhaps the bunch that stripped this.. beauty.. of her flight?”

Sarcasm was not a mechanism the roan embraced often, but he was capable enough. Words sometimes had power where actions did not. Even he could recognize that. If the shaggy stallion wanted to play words games let him defend his charges honor. Maybe the lopsided grey and the sightless gold would even find it in themselves to answer his goad.


OOC: Edited to change font colors and hopefully make text easier to read.
*Africa I'm so sorry if you got tagged repeatedly for this!


@[Africa]


Messages In This Thread
Devout - by Reynier - 01-07-2015, 02:02 AM
RE: Devout - by Africa - 01-07-2015, 08:57 PM
RE: Devout - by Rasta - 01-07-2015, 10:20 PM
RE: Devout - by Thor - 01-07-2015, 11:47 PM
RE: Devout - by Reynier - 01-08-2015, 10:14 PM
RE: Devout - by Africa - 01-09-2015, 10:49 PM
RE: Devout - by Rasta - 01-10-2015, 12:16 AM
RE: Devout - by Thor - 01-11-2015, 03:00 PM
RE: Devout - by Reynier - 01-12-2015, 10:25 PM
RE: Devout - by Africa - 01-13-2015, 06:20 AM
RE: Devout - by Rasta - 01-16-2015, 12:12 AM
RE: Devout - by Reynier - 01-18-2015, 10:00 PM
RE: Devout - by Africa - 01-19-2015, 08:25 PM

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