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With a snort and a stomp befitting of one so primal, the stranger inspected Rift without subtlety, though whatever reply that the unnamed brute may have been formulating was quickly disintegrated. Turning his attention to the newest addition to the conversation, Rift noted the scent of moisture and pine that rolled off of the ivory mare in nearly visible waves. Nodding his finely dished skull to the World's Edge mare, Rift ignored the possible jab that she cast his way; he had never been much for banter and he detested the idea of being or putting another on the spot.
Another nod was issued at the admission of a name; Draevo. Brow quirking at the warrior's response, Rift took a step toward the well muscled male, "Yes, the Throat has some of the strongest warriors I have ever seen." He cast a weary glance toward the snowy mare who had called herself Elsa, hoping that she wouldn't take offense to what he knew to be true. "Our Sultan is called The Wildfire and our Sultana is known as the Sun Spear, both named so for their prowess and bravery." A smile had snuck it's way onto the lanky stallion's face as he spoke of the land he had come to call home and those he had began to know as family.
"You will find good company within our ranks, Draevo. You may even find some that best your ferocity in battle."
Turning a bit to the side and taking a few steps in his chosen direction, eyes still pinned upon the viking, Rift motioned for Draevo to follow, "If you wish to join us, we may cast off in a clearing. From there it will take us until late evening to arrive." He snorted lightly, something about being within the primal presence of Draevo had made the thin brute feel strong and confident; as if the behemoth warrior's mannerisms were contagious.
Maybe he would have the primitive gent tell him tales on the journey.
This is something
All or nothing
All or nothing
RIFT
With a snort and a stomp befitting of one so primal, the stranger inspected Rift without subtlety, though whatever reply that the unnamed brute may have been formulating was quickly disintegrated. Turning his attention to the newest addition to the conversation, Rift noted the scent of moisture and pine that rolled off of the ivory mare in nearly visible waves. Nodding his finely dished skull to the World's Edge mare, Rift ignored the possible jab that she cast his way; he had never been much for banter and he detested the idea of being or putting another on the spot.
Another nod was issued at the admission of a name; Draevo. Brow quirking at the warrior's response, Rift took a step toward the well muscled male, "Yes, the Throat has some of the strongest warriors I have ever seen." He cast a weary glance toward the snowy mare who had called herself Elsa, hoping that she wouldn't take offense to what he knew to be true. "Our Sultan is called The Wildfire and our Sultana is known as the Sun Spear, both named so for their prowess and bravery." A smile had snuck it's way onto the lanky stallion's face as he spoke of the land he had come to call home and those he had began to know as family.
"You will find good company within our ranks, Draevo. You may even find some that best your ferocity in battle."
Turning a bit to the side and taking a few steps in his chosen direction, eyes still pinned upon the viking, Rift motioned for Draevo to follow, "If you wish to join us, we may cast off in a clearing. From there it will take us until late evening to arrive." He snorted lightly, something about being within the primal presence of Draevo had made the thin brute feel strong and confident; as if the behemoth warrior's mannerisms were contagious.
Maybe he would have the primitive gent tell him tales on the journey.
words: ### | tag: @Draevo | notes: ah yes, rift youre being shady and impressionable
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