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05-27-2015, 10:13 AM
- Déodat -
Racist. There is that word again. Racist. He loathes it. It sends a tingling rage through him. A fire beginning to ignite, but, he controls himself. He contains it. Shields it from view. She is ignorant truly. Blind to the birthright presented to her and it is quite tragic she uses such words. At least she states the truth. She has no place to judge, for she hasn’t been in the place of others such as he. Far too many in Helovia rise onto their soapboxes and prattled on about their “equality” and condemned those who clung to their own species.They call believe themselves saints but they are little more than bigots. Pot calling the kettle black really. Ah, that is beside the point. Déodat shoves his annoyance aside and finally responds to her words with a simple, “interesting..” And drops the matter entirely. As the subject shifts to his daughters, he catches Nyx’s wink, not entirely sure what is driving the mare. Then she speaks and he stands there for a brief moment dumbfounded. Again, she takes him off guard. Really she is quite an impressive mare to have done so twice. Déodat finally laughs at her look of horror. “You flatter me, Nyx,” he says winking back at the mare. Never has he considered himself much of a flirt, but there can be exceptions. Truly there are, he thinks, for he has two daughters from different mares. Each has their own pull, but he knows he truly won’t settle down with either. Part of him wonders if he would ever settle down at all. If d’Art found a little wife, there really is someone out there for everyone. he thinks to himself in amusement.
When Nyx states how many children she has, there is a temptation to life his brow. He refrains though, not wanting to insult his acquaintance. “Well, for birthing several children your body truly looks marvelous.” Oh dear god, what just came out of his mouth. It is his turn for utter embarrassment it seems. Then the subjects change to the mothers. He thinks of Esther and Hotaru. Two dramatically different mares. “One of them was a warrior. The other is a spy, but still has an undeniable ferocity and strength to her. Both are good friends.” He then looks over at Nyx. “How about you? Do you have a little man waiting out there for you or have you just successfully seduced mighty men somewhere beyond Helovia?”
"lookit i can talk to"
I was promised
The glorious ending of a knight
But the crown is out of sight
The glorious ending of a knight
But the crown is out of sight
@[Nyx]
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Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
Bears the name of "Battle Born"
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