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05-27-2015, 04:14 PM
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“Guard of the North sing your Song of the Snow” He had chosen to linger here, on the outskirts of this land as his previous meeting faded. To choose a home was quite a...momentous decision, one he would not be making lightly, especially when knowing his cousin resided within the land as well. 'I live in the North, within the Aurora Basin.' The goat-skulled mare's voice continued to whisper between his ears. Thick, leonine tail swatted at his hocks as he mulled the choice over, his gaze turning to the North, to the mountains in the far distance. Idly he had begun making his way towards the land of ice and snow; it was what he knew and what was familiar. Tiger-eyes narrowed, and with a rumble in his throat he began walking, heading towards the mountains, eager to get out of this gods-forsaken forest. Trees were fine and dandy, but he loathed the feel of decay beneath his hooves. Far better to have solid stone and clever ice than the death of life and bare soil underneath. The tiger-painted stallion walked alone, his steps quiet, the man alone in his thoughts among the trunks of a forest that had not even an ounce of his affection. The call ghosted to him, carried on a faint breeze, the words filled with an almost haughtiness. Carnassial paused, devil-curled ears pricked towards the direction of the voice, before he looked to the North. It was a bit out of his way.... but no matter. A small detour wouldn't really affect much, especially if it provided possible amusement. His mind made up, the stallion turned, walking towards the voice, letting out a whinny of his own to avoid startling the other as he stepped into view. "You called?" He quipped, though no smirk nor grin curled his sharp features, no, his face remained impassive, idle, distant curiosity about the only thing giving his stony face life. Golden eyes trailed over the mare's form, giving no thought to politeness as he took her in. Only once his examination was done did he settle his gaze on her own and bowed his slender neck to her, the tip of his long horn pointed down at the ground. "Greetings." @[Thranduil] Two birds, one stone :D |
