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07-22-2016, 06:49 AM
All too soon the herd whips itself into a frenzy, Alune remains quiet at the start, content to hear everyone's piece until he can feel his ears slide back against his poll in irritation, annoyance, anger. If anyone assumed that he was following suit in the scorn and annoyance now being directed at the pregnant General, they were horribly, terribly mistaken. For the first time in awhile, since he had sparred with Tembovu, he can feel the silvery whispers of anger and darkness obscure his strikingly pale, ever seeing eyes. He prided himself in remaining calm and content, but how can he be content to stand by and hear them all out? That they all turn like squabbling buzzards on a carcass when one dares to speak out, honest to their own emotions, in a place where speaking your mind should be welcomed and accepted. A plate sized hoof strikes a nearby stone with enough power to send an audible rumble rippling through the tense air, as his nostrils flared with a disgruntled snort. "And I am ashamed at the attitude of what I see before me." Came his sharp, cutting response as his crowned head ripped to each and every one of them. "This is suppose to be a space for all to say their piece, is it not? This is where the herd comes together to be honest and discuss their issues. Without fear of backlash, without concern that all will turn upon them in a tide of negativity." His voice lifts higher, carrying above the throng. "If there is one, or two who call to question the King's decision in his new Queen, then they are justified to call upon it here. Would you rather the disillusion festers like a serpents den and goes unsaid, more than ever, you have all proven here to day that you do not welcome voices that do not match your own." An angered sigh slips past his twilight toned lips, head shaking in his disappointment. "It is up to Alysanne to take the criticism and skepticism some may share of her sudden ascension, whether it is by one equine, or by many. Prove that she is worthy to bear the crown in her own right. No King or Queen has ever sat upon their throne with perfect harmony within their ranks, there has never been a monarch in power that has had all beneath them find them perfect for their job. I'd wager some of you here today were not so keen on Tembovu's ascension, or the King and Queen that came before him." "I will call upon my Philosopher's and Sages at the moons end for a meeting, there I will discuss the tasks I have for you." He surges forward after that, the leviathan Seer's features clearly displaying his displeasure for staying as he heads towards where Nyx had been leaving. He does not address Tembovu or Alysanne, as he makes his exit, or any that he might've known. Alune's anger is clear, thunderous as it lines his features, there will be no more pleasantries for those present today. His eyes casting a pointed stare at the grey Mare that had blocked Nyx's path, before turning back towards the pregnant General. "Please allow me to escort you and your companion from this place, the stress will be no good for you or the precious cargo you carry." "talk talk talk" The Arcweaver's Circle
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Alune is peacing out, and going to escort Nyx out of there if she wishes.
@Nyx
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"I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,
And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon."
force & violence permitted on Alune at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
