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01-30-2015, 10:20 PM
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He waits patiently as she descends, and walks towards him with a brisk, buisness-like stride. Her amicable greeting, however, rather surprises him, and he cannot stop the faint tilt to his head. "No...nothing is wrong. I was just out checking on the herd, then came here for rest." He gave a light shrug, the golden glow of his bags dancing across ebony hair with the movement. The black's gaze focused back upon Megaera, his ears pricking towards her as his mind slowed to a halt, a wonderful idea springing to life in his mind. It was all he could do to not grin with all the wicked intention in his heart. He kept his face polite, friendly, open and curious, as to not arouse suspicion within this mare. "What brings you out here? And please, call me Bucephalus." His gaze quickly flickered over her form, assessing and studying, before he settled his eyes upon hers. Before he could begin...he would need to study this mare, pick out her weaknesses and strengths, how she could be twisted to suit his needs and how he could best go about it. For his position was precarious, and he had few to no allies. At a moment's notice Gaucho could topple the Morningstar from his pedestal and send him crashing to the ground, back to the bottom ranks of the base herd members. And there was nothing Bucephalus despised more than such a shame. So he could not allow that to pass, it wouldn't do. No... It would not do at all. "Altan's speech." "Buce's speech." @[Megaera] |
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