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02-01-2016, 06:14 PM
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand She is startled by his approach, this winged female, jerking back a step in her alarm, and Apollo immediately felt sheepish and guilty for sneaking up on her and giving her a fright. For a moment he looks her over, warm honey admiring every detail of the mare's ebony body, the curves of her wings and the attractive teal tips upon each feather, before his dark lips upturn in a warm smile and he dips his crystalline crowned head down before her. She continues to speak in light tones, and his smile grows. Upon his back, Zola is pleased. It had been so very long since Apollo had smiled, a true smile, and the feline had worried for him amidst the darkest times of his depressive blight. Perhaps coming here, to the Deep Forest, to his home, truly had been helpful. 'I've always liked forests.' She comments, and her words warrant a hearty chuckle from the stallion's baritone girth as his attention is once more stolen from his own musings. 'Even dark and spooky ones.' She laughs, the sound like a delightful, tinkling bell in the Merciful's dark ears, and he cannot help but laugh in return. "I can promise, good miss, that these forests are not so 'dark and spooky' once you get to know them. The trees here are actually quite nice. You must only listen. I have called these trees my brothers and sisters for many years." Turning his head, Apollo regarded the trees that loomed around them and over them with a fond, loving look. An ear flicked forward to fully regard the mare, a swish of a long, ebony tail, and the monochromatic stag once more directed both warm pools of honey-brown onto the mare who introduced herself as Lyanna. "A pleasure to meet you then, young sister." He comments kindly, for they were all the same in blood and bone, all family. "I apologize for startling you." Formal, polite, and endearing. The words come naturally to him, an etiquette learned from his time as a delegate, as a Chief and a leader. It is a far cry from the stuttering mutters and uncertain suggestions that had spewed from his lips so many years ago upon his own arrival in Helovia. My, how the times had changed... Zola speaks, a tiny, lisping purr in the back of his mind. 'She is pretty, Apollo. I like her wings. Tell her?' Apollo nodded once more, but to his feline companion, his precious bundle of earth. "Zola admires your wings, Lyanna. She finds them beautiful." Allowing those words to sink in, Apollo waited for a few moments before speaking once more, his vocals warm and jovial. "Welcome to Helovia then. It is not so bad once you grow used to this world. If you have any questions, please, I will do what I can to assist you." When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am |
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I Just Want You To Know Who I Am
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