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05-04-2015, 01:18 PM
i am the vanguard of your destruction
"You, clearly. Come, my queen. Let us discuss."
For the first time in his life, Mauja was a Queen. It had been a long shot, trying to amuse the one who had, aside from a brief meeting in the Threshold a few years ago, mostly just called him filth and acted like all he'd wanted was to curbstomp him on the spot. But either it was the beauty of politics, or that flare of anger had gone out—Torleik had responded in kind, dark lips curving into a handsome grin, and Mauja found his eyes drifting to Ophelia. He could certainly see why she hung around with him. He did look good.
But Mauja knew that the moment they shared, that dark maw reaching for her delicate ears and whispering words she would never forget, was not for him. So he looked aside, wondering when things had ended up this way, and why it didn't bother him more than it did—which is to say, hardly at all.
Instead, he looked at Kahlua, and then to the blue-and-black Pegasus mare as she made her exit. "I look forward to it," he said to her, pure instinct, something curbing his words and turning the snarl into a smile. Silently he watched her go. It was a fault of his and a remnant of the past, but Mauja ill liked the Throat.
Then Torleik was moving away from the most mysterious woman Mauja had ever known, and with a flick of his tail the white beast padded after him, wondering if this was to turn into attempted regicide, or if miracles were truly happening in Helovia right now.
"Queen Mauja," he hummed under his breath, walking a couple of paces behind the black King—and how was that, for a match? A White Queen and the Black King. He snorted to himself, staring at the hypnotic swaying of Torleik's tail as it moved with the motion of his walk. Queen Mauja. He rather liked it. It sounded.. softer, somehow. And if there was anything Mauja had ever been, it was snow-soft, never quite the ice of his arsenal but frigid all the same.
Torleik paused and propped one shoulder up against a tree; Mauja stopped, tipping one hind hoof up on its tip and tilting his head. Looked peaceful enough. Maybe it was miracles, then, and not regicide. It brought a slight smile to his face.
In his curiosity he had remained silent, waiting for the Black King to take the lead, and when he did, it was with a broad question but one that Mauja had already mulled over in the back of his mind. He always spent too much time thinking about everything, anyway. "The herd," he said after only a slight pause. "The majority of them probably went to the Falls, but we'll need to figure out who we have, and who they are.. and I don't trust Helovia one bit—if it's not one of the other herds, it'll be a band of wolves eager to take us. While not a matter for right now, recruiting needs to be one of our priorities. We need numbers to discourage them to strike us while we're still.. weak," and he grimaced at the word, because it wasn't the word he wanted, but the only one he could find. He cocked his head again, pale eyes peering at Torleik. "That, and, uh, if we want to.. lay down any rules aside from 'don't be an ass, use common sense' ... What do you find the most important, right now?"
They were, after all, supposed to be the two faces of a single coin—and not the same side. Besides, aside from the fact that Torleik seemed incredibly territorial about a certain mare, Mauja knew nothing of him.
Unless that regicide thing was still going to happen.. he was surprised to find that he somewhat looked forward to figure out who this black king was, and what lay behind his so eerily similar eyes.
[ @[Torleik] ]
For the first time in his life, Mauja was a Queen. It had been a long shot, trying to amuse the one who had, aside from a brief meeting in the Threshold a few years ago, mostly just called him filth and acted like all he'd wanted was to curbstomp him on the spot. But either it was the beauty of politics, or that flare of anger had gone out—Torleik had responded in kind, dark lips curving into a handsome grin, and Mauja found his eyes drifting to Ophelia. He could certainly see why she hung around with him. He did look good.
But Mauja knew that the moment they shared, that dark maw reaching for her delicate ears and whispering words she would never forget, was not for him. So he looked aside, wondering when things had ended up this way, and why it didn't bother him more than it did—which is to say, hardly at all.
Instead, he looked at Kahlua, and then to the blue-and-black Pegasus mare as she made her exit. "I look forward to it," he said to her, pure instinct, something curbing his words and turning the snarl into a smile. Silently he watched her go. It was a fault of his and a remnant of the past, but Mauja ill liked the Throat.
Then Torleik was moving away from the most mysterious woman Mauja had ever known, and with a flick of his tail the white beast padded after him, wondering if this was to turn into attempted regicide, or if miracles were truly happening in Helovia right now.
"Queen Mauja," he hummed under his breath, walking a couple of paces behind the black King—and how was that, for a match? A White Queen and the Black King. He snorted to himself, staring at the hypnotic swaying of Torleik's tail as it moved with the motion of his walk. Queen Mauja. He rather liked it. It sounded.. softer, somehow. And if there was anything Mauja had ever been, it was snow-soft, never quite the ice of his arsenal but frigid all the same.
Torleik paused and propped one shoulder up against a tree; Mauja stopped, tipping one hind hoof up on its tip and tilting his head. Looked peaceful enough. Maybe it was miracles, then, and not regicide. It brought a slight smile to his face.
In his curiosity he had remained silent, waiting for the Black King to take the lead, and when he did, it was with a broad question but one that Mauja had already mulled over in the back of his mind. He always spent too much time thinking about everything, anyway. "The herd," he said after only a slight pause. "The majority of them probably went to the Falls, but we'll need to figure out who we have, and who they are.. and I don't trust Helovia one bit—if it's not one of the other herds, it'll be a band of wolves eager to take us. While not a matter for right now, recruiting needs to be one of our priorities. We need numbers to discourage them to strike us while we're still.. weak," and he grimaced at the word, because it wasn't the word he wanted, but the only one he could find. He cocked his head again, pale eyes peering at Torleik. "That, and, uh, if we want to.. lay down any rules aside from 'don't be an ass, use common sense' ... What do you find the most important, right now?"
They were, after all, supposed to be the two faces of a single coin—and not the same side. Besides, aside from the fact that Torleik seemed incredibly territorial about a certain mare, Mauja knew nothing of him.
Unless that regicide thing was still going to happen.. he was surprised to find that he somewhat looked forward to figure out who this black king was, and what lay behind his so eerily similar eyes.
[ @[Torleik] ]
