Converge [Edge Leads]

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Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

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#14

05-19-2015, 04:41 PM

Torleik the Bloodskald

Across the blood water

The Bloodskald did not expect a lead turnover to be smooth in any sense but petulance was just so very...childish. No surprise, then, that it came from two children: Cathun and Ampere. At least, for once Ampere was attempting to behave. Torleik had not forgotten his dislike for the electric mare but she wasn't the worst offender here - that, it seemed, was reserved for her little herdmate.

And the whining he spouted was especially mewling, bemoaning his fate and his honor and the unfairness of the world. The Bloodskald turned away from Ophelia, expression like that of someone seeing something so utterly, incomprehensibly stupid that it's almost funny, but no, you realize it's just offensive to intelligent life and now it's actually rather angering.

His response, however, was short and to the point. "I expected such a tantrum from a petulant child." The warrior turned king would have left it all well enough alone at that, despite his ire, but Cathun's mocking bow was a crashing wave he could not weather. With an angry snort, the Bloodskald stomped a hoof near the little shit's head and swished his tail against his haunches with a resounding spack! "Out of my great magnanimity, I will offer you a parting gift, little one: actions have consequences. Do not think that your fit here will go unnoticed," he grunted, eyes flashing towards Ampere who had best lead him out of here before the rabicano decided to make the young pegasus pay here and now for his insolence.

Ophelia was friendly with Gaucho, so Torleik knew the brute could be reasonable. He needed to pay the other leaders of the herds a visit anyhow. He would pay particular attention to the Dragon's Throat when he went. Some upstart little shit would not get in the way of his leading a herd some seasons down the road with his simmering and wounded infantile ego.

Elsa, one who had competed for the position of lead, was offered a compensatory spot as a general and at first, Torleik was annoyed. Who was Ophelia to say who went where in their herd? But he realized she was suggesting Elsa submit herself as a candidate for general - and that was...a good option, he supposed, given her plan for the original lead test. He would consider her, if she chose to pursue that path. Another mare, one whose name Torleik could not say he knew, snarked at Cathun that he was a disrespectful little shit and that drew a snort of amusement out of his muzzle.

The one called Thor seemed rather deflated at his loss an approached like a motile stone statue, claiming he would like to stay, as a friend. Torleik's brows dipped. "Friendship is earned, but if you wish to remain I welcome the opportunity to cultivate that friendship you offer," the king replied. "Your words earlier were admirable, and your devotion to this herdland moving. Mauja and I will speak with you soon so that we may all find a place most suitable for you in your home once again," he added honestly. Thor could be very useful and he had little reason to wholly mistrust the giant as of yet.

It seemed as though everyone had been properly addressed...he hoped. Closure was felt in the air, and the black rabicano moved off towards his queen, glancing at Ophelia once more. The guarded nature of her gaze earlier had not been lost on him and he wondered at its root. Worry over their interaction because Mauja had hurt her? Worried because she had once been close to Mauja? Such anger, such jealousies...they would not simply disappear into the night like smoke on the water, but Torleik had put them aside for now.

Ophelia knew how he felt for her, and she had agreed to try with him. Mauja was behaving, currently, and seemed to have found new comfort in Kahlua if the Bloodskald read their physical chemistry correctly. Perhaps that was how Mauja was with all females he cared for; he didn't know. But right now, this herd was important, and his future with Phi was important. The past...his insecurities...they were not in the forefront of his mind.

Thus he ambled off with his polkadotted queen to discuss the future of the herd with more confidence than, maybe, was warranted - but Torleik was, at his heart, a man of action, and now was the time to do, not doubt.

"talk talk talk"

[[OOC: Just closing it out!]]

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