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06-15-2016, 07:33 PM
As utterly enchanting as it is to watch the opalescent stallion puffing smoky little clouds of breath from his nostrils like a foal waking to discover their very first winter, the innocent, juvenile humor gleaming from his pinkish-purpleish eyes fails to invade the querulous green of the elder's. Needle pricks of cold jab through the woven wool of his scarf, puncturing and purging what little patience has kept him here and in reasonable decency thus far.
"No." He huffs shortly in answer, scowling at the other stallion's compulsive movement. He wonders again if there's something wrong with the stranger, some undetectable syndrome that makes him behave so oddly, with his fidgeting and the uneven tempo of his words, his apparent obliviousness of the world around him. He seems a great deal younger than he looks too, immature somehow, at least from the crotchety perspective of a genuinely old man, and the novelty of his veneration fades with the dissipating breath from their muzzles.
The black turns to leave, trudge back to the dismal collection of frenemies, enemies, and all out predators he calls a herd, but he stops mid-step, turning his head back to the pearly stallion, one ear tipped forward in curious question. "I have a-" Not home. He'll never be home again. "Residence." He decides. "In the Aurora Basin, just south of here. There's a herd and a preference for unicorns, but it's not binding. They like warriors." He offers this last with a raised brow, glancing pointedly from narrow hips to shallow breast, all shining white and unblemished as well as he can see, but the strangers oily, reflective coat is hard to judge even at close proximity and it's hidden him once already. He shrugs indifferently, stepping away. "You're welcome to follow."
OOC // @Seanan
"No." He huffs shortly in answer, scowling at the other stallion's compulsive movement. He wonders again if there's something wrong with the stranger, some undetectable syndrome that makes him behave so oddly, with his fidgeting and the uneven tempo of his words, his apparent obliviousness of the world around him. He seems a great deal younger than he looks too, immature somehow, at least from the crotchety perspective of a genuinely old man, and the novelty of his veneration fades with the dissipating breath from their muzzles.
The black turns to leave, trudge back to the dismal collection of frenemies, enemies, and all out predators he calls a herd, but he stops mid-step, turning his head back to the pearly stallion, one ear tipped forward in curious question. "I have a-" Not home. He'll never be home again. "Residence." He decides. "In the Aurora Basin, just south of here. There's a herd and a preference for unicorns, but it's not binding. They like warriors." He offers this last with a raised brow, glancing pointedly from narrow hips to shallow breast, all shining white and unblemished as well as he can see, but the strangers oily, reflective coat is hard to judge even at close proximity and it's hidden him once already. He shrugs indifferently, stepping away. "You're welcome to follow."
OOC // @Seanan
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