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08-11-2015, 11:28 PM
Practiced. Poised. Precise. Every move, and every expression crafted from the years. And it was all made fruitful when he sees a creature jump in fright, but still yield. A small amused grin could not be hidden as the painted hide of Ashamin flinches. The golden stands square slightly higher on the hill in the sunlight. It was all as he wished it. All as he planned it. And it made the enjoyment of that moment greater than many others despite the actual significance.
Hot breath rolled out as Ashamin turned around, always ready to please. Such a gentle creature, with a warm pure heart, if it wasn’t so humorous, the kissing up might be sickening. But these days, (to his frustration) any amount of respect, no matter how groveling was pleasing. Still his attention was not on the Haruspex. Far from it. Ears and gold flecked eyes rested on the dark follower. Not in a direct, stalker stare. No he was more trained in a quiet, distant, unassuming sort of attention. It is not a warm reception in first glance. Most who walked through the land were in awe and humble. Yet he supposed he should not forget a few were the solid quiet types. They did not feel inclined to babble like the paint was doing now.
Earth eyes never left the black bird, but one hark gave Ashamin attention. He wished the other would let the newcomer speak. This Caleb. After all he wasn’t actually interested in knowing who the creature was, but why he was here. Still the information was valuable. The creature had been respectful, but he wanted to be a soldier. Curious. He looked strong enough, certainly tall enough, but he was young. His chest was still a bit narrow and body slender with youth. Finally he speaks. It was uninteresting though his name and a dog. “Indeed.” The golden’s attention shifts to the creature. Even though he had a companion of his own waiting to be by his side in a cave, he never preferred the creatures. They always noticed things their masters missed.
Ashamin, ever gentle, extends out the invitation, but for a moment he is ignored. It can seem harsh perhaps, in the reality of the golden’s world, it might be a compliment? So well found was the dear seer, he needed no distrusting. Perhaps an ignorance of the golden’s part, for the moment it didn’t seem to be steering him wrong. The golden’s eyes instead return to the winged creature. “Tell me Caleb, what brings the summer bird to roost in the icy halls?” He looks out, in a gesture to the valley beyond them. “We have much to offer-“ then turns back slightly colder. “But the mountains will make you fight for it.” The mountains, and those who saw his feathers as below themselves. Wait. That would be giving actual helpful advice?
A strange twist, a rare turn of tide. Yet, perhaps its not so strange. The world was meant to be troubled, tossed, and shaken. What better way to unnerve the old bats who doubted him by letting their worst nightmares walk through the door while he smiled. In fact, it almost made him want to laugh. Slowly though he grin returns. “You should be sure of what you seek.” Or you will find yourself buried upon them.
Alright so it was a bit dramatic, but you have to admit, its hell of fun, at least more so than the dull day he’d had so far.
OOC ::Guys just wanna have fuunnnnn....
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