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He followed on mother’s heels.
Not that he was happy to do so. He followed only because Kiada followed (and, likely, the reverse was true; so why they were following, he wasn’t entirely certain). The darkling prince’s ears were tilted back, and his hyena cub gave loud and high-pitched yelps to convey both of their displeasures. She was a tired and hungry little cub, which (along with Khairi) had kept the golden family awake for most of the night.
And so Kianzo was grouchy. His ill-tempered, bright blue stare was fixed straight ahead, occasionally glancing at his twin. He halted behind his mother, still surly and quietly molding his body against sister’s warmth. Though slowly his ears began to sweep forward, the scowl leaving his face as he watched everyone heed Lord Deimos’s call.
Horses just appeared when he hailed for them? Simple as that? Eyes now glittering with interest sweep to watch the dark, ominous Lord. He had been told his father was a King, but hearing of some absent figure was entirely different than seeing the power a Lord wielded. His sharp gaze stares at the long, blue tipped horn and grey skin. And then he looked around, seeing everyone listen, though he didn’t entirely listen to his words. He was too busy watching the effect power had on all gathered.
And then the Lady spoke, and again everyone heeded her with respect. Dark masked eyes sweep to his sister beside him; she deserved that power, that respect. And then mother spoke. His eyes rounded as he looked at her. She, too, commanded the attention and respect of those present (save for a duo-horned, bony old man that stared at the ground with an expression reminiscent of the surliness the colt at arrived with).
Anger flares in his small chest; this red-tinted old stallion treating his mother with disrespect (never mind that the colt did so often). And his gaze narrows, remaining silent, watching all.
Not that he was happy to do so. He followed only because Kiada followed (and, likely, the reverse was true; so why they were following, he wasn’t entirely certain). The darkling prince’s ears were tilted back, and his hyena cub gave loud and high-pitched yelps to convey both of their displeasures. She was a tired and hungry little cub, which (along with Khairi) had kept the golden family awake for most of the night.
And so Kianzo was grouchy. His ill-tempered, bright blue stare was fixed straight ahead, occasionally glancing at his twin. He halted behind his mother, still surly and quietly molding his body against sister’s warmth. Though slowly his ears began to sweep forward, the scowl leaving his face as he watched everyone heed Lord Deimos’s call.
Horses just appeared when he hailed for them? Simple as that? Eyes now glittering with interest sweep to watch the dark, ominous Lord. He had been told his father was a King, but hearing of some absent figure was entirely different than seeing the power a Lord wielded. His sharp gaze stares at the long, blue tipped horn and grey skin. And then he looked around, seeing everyone listen, though he didn’t entirely listen to his words. He was too busy watching the effect power had on all gathered.
And then the Lady spoke, and again everyone heeded her with respect. Dark masked eyes sweep to his sister beside him; she deserved that power, that respect. And then mother spoke. His eyes rounded as he looked at her. She, too, commanded the attention and respect of those present (save for a duo-horned, bony old man that stared at the ground with an expression reminiscent of the surliness the colt at arrived with).
Anger flares in his small chest; this red-tinted old stallion treating his mother with disrespect (never mind that the colt did so often). And his gaze narrows, remaining silent, watching all.
kianzo
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kiada
mentions @Rexanna and @Kiada
also gives a dirty look at @Albrecht :P
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