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06-09-2015, 07:12 AM
The cough wasn't needed, for the emerald-eyed brute had spied the intruder a mile away. The chocolate steed was one to always be aware, to never stop looking, because there was so much one could learn from just observing and watching and waiting, it was enough to give him goosebumps. So when the other made his intention of being noticed known through his quiet cough, Grimalkin turned his bulk, surprisingly light on his feet, and graced his maw with a gentle smile, even deigning to nod his heavily antlered crown to the other in greeting. It was always best to try and get (and then stay) on a stranger's good side, at least as far as their mood and manners went - as far as battle prowess went, Grimalkin would gladly stay on an enemy's bad side, with hopes of ruining said enemy for good.
But the steed before him was no enemy, at least not yet. No horn graced his brow nor poll, and so Grimalkin defined him to be an equine. He was dappled with grey, and a splash of gold glinted off his pelt when the sun struck him right - he was a handsome steed, even this stallion could appreciate. Well built, lighter in frame than he (but then who wasn’t?), with a seemingly kind nature, at least in his approach.
It was what came after the initial approach that mattered, wasn't it?
"Hello," his tones rumbled, his voice not necessarily as deep as some but certainly smooth and powerful enough as it was. "Come to admire the view?" he asked, quirking his crown to the side, tilting his antlers with a playful question. He was ever one to use honey to attract others near to him, his cordial tones and gentlemanly nature could be switched and adjusted as needed to the situation - but mostly, everyone reacted well to the same basic formula. "It is quite a sight," he indicated, breathing his warm misty breath out as he turned his crown to look at the Arch once more, and the frozen surrounds around them. With an ear quirked to capture anything the other might say, Grimalkin waited, and wondered, who was it that accompanied him today?
@[Karalius]
:D
But the steed before him was no enemy, at least not yet. No horn graced his brow nor poll, and so Grimalkin defined him to be an equine. He was dappled with grey, and a splash of gold glinted off his pelt when the sun struck him right - he was a handsome steed, even this stallion could appreciate. Well built, lighter in frame than he (but then who wasn’t?), with a seemingly kind nature, at least in his approach.
It was what came after the initial approach that mattered, wasn't it?
"Hello," his tones rumbled, his voice not necessarily as deep as some but certainly smooth and powerful enough as it was. "Come to admire the view?" he asked, quirking his crown to the side, tilting his antlers with a playful question. He was ever one to use honey to attract others near to him, his cordial tones and gentlemanly nature could be switched and adjusted as needed to the situation - but mostly, everyone reacted well to the same basic formula. "It is quite a sight," he indicated, breathing his warm misty breath out as he turned his crown to look at the Arch once more, and the frozen surrounds around them. With an ear quirked to capture anything the other might say, Grimalkin waited, and wondered, who was it that accompanied him today?
@[Karalius]
:D
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