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05-27-2015, 09:05 PM
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“Guard of the North sing your Song of the Snow” The pair were not left alone for long as a man draped in gold slid in, his posture befitting a King. Carnassial's fiery gaze moved from the beautiful mare to the beautiful man, remaining impassive and blank as his gaze ran over the other stallion, examining and studying. That he made no sound did not escape Carnassial, in fact it just intrigued him, his ears pricked towards the gold and his... deer? That had the stallion's head tilting slightly as he watched the young stag, predatory eyes mildly interested in it. Why it clung to the gold's side he did not know, though was curious to find out. He pretty much ignored the man's greeting and the woman's comment about handsome men in a tone that was rather unfitting of her appearance; he knew he was in Helovia, and as the mare rose to sidle over to the gold as the seductress does the patron, he promptly lost interest and turned his head, prepared to leave the pair to their devices. It was then the gold mentioned the Aurora Basin, and Carnassial turned his head back to look at the gold, the mare pretty much forgotten. "Aurora Basin? You know Waprevah?" He spoke, facing the other stud, curled ears pricked sharp. "She came a few weeks past, offered me a home. I was on my way there." His voice rumbled out in a purr eerily similar to the creature his hide mimicked, and he gestured to the North with a toss of his horn. The mare, Neschume she called herself, turned her attention upon him, asking of his name. His lips twitched, lifting into something that was the cold mockery of a pleasant smile. "Sial will do." None of them had the right to his full name, so he did not give it. Golden eyes followed the mare's mane as it rolled, however, flowing like silk with her movements, before he looked at the pair, impassive once more, gaze settling upon the golden man, upon this 'Thranduil', as he waited for the other's actions and words, although soon enough despite himself Carnassial found his eyes wandering to the deer, once more his eyes narrowing in curious confusion at the creature's complacency at being around creatures not of it's species. The stallion was no meat-eater, but even then his hide pretty much chased away deerfolk, their eyes too used to the bold striping equaling danger. That this one did not run was a puzzle he was determined to figure out. @[Thranduil] @[Neschume] |
