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Ázzuen the Ardent Posts: 94
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06-18-2012, 11:01 PM (This post was last modified: 06-27-2012, 12:54 AM by Ázzuen.)
Little did the unicorn stallion before him know, Azzuen was constantly receiving aid from his comrades. Only the thoughts of his beloved mate and daughter were keeping his temper even, and though he outwardly displayed a cool countenance, he was tense and ready to take action at any given point. He knew the importance of maintaining self-control, he more than anyone, for when he lost control his magic repelled everything away from him. So though the unicorn poked and prodded with his sharp words, the General of the Throat merely shifted his weight and resettled his wings upon his flanks, a charming smile adorning his façade. Though the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, it was there, nonetheless.

“I would think a physician would know that size isn’t everything.” Dryly he commented on the other stallion’s observation. Azzuen’s mother was of even smaller stature than he was, and she ruled her lands with an iron grip and earned her respect through the loyalties and actions she promoted with her passionate ways. Obviously this stallion had never done anything substantial in life, had never earned the respect of his fellows nor inspired passion in his followers. “The appeal lies in having a home. The land itself matters little.” Arid vocals comment once more, and the stallion follows suit, dipping his crown down to the water’s surface, relishing the cool liquid travelling down his oesophagus.

“I only hope your purpose is friendly, for we hold no hostility towards outsiders unless they bring it themselves.” Azzuen spoke with an air of carelessness, like he didn’t mind whether the other brought good or bad tidings. But he did care, he was merely trying to extract some more information, however unwilling the other was to give it. “It is a curious thing, for you to be unable to find the land’s appeal, and yet wander here anyway. Are you masochistic, or simply curious?” A wry smile tickled the corners of his lips, though the heat and presence of the unicorn unsettled him, he was on his own turf, where he knew the lands, and there was only one other, who had not proven to be a threat (yet).
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Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by d'Artagnan - 06-15-2012, 03:11 PM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by Ázzuen - 06-18-2012, 11:01 PM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by Kri - 06-24-2012, 07:12 PM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by Kri - 06-30-2012, 06:35 PM

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