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09-22-2016, 08:26 PM
"Hmph." He snorts, never swayed to the point of forgiveness, but always somewhat tempered by a show of concern for his general well-being, however abstract. Only the stoutest of characters when in their greatest mental and physical health are able to maintain personal values like manners and respect for the elderly in the face of his constant and entirely deliberate unpleasantness. He's become accustomed to - and secretly enamored with - testing the crowds of Helovia in this manner, only a select few passing the trial and standing (invisibly) favored by the old man, none of which can be described as a snow white pegasus mare, thanks to her next clipped comments.
"Maybe it's you who needs to pay more attention." He snaps, then pauses to let the water wash against and around his aching legs, nose gesturing slightly at its frothy surface as it stills and begins to reverse direction. Demonstrating, he lifts one foreleg with a sharp sucking sound, revealing a hole created by the sand beneath his hooves being drug back out to sea with the tide. "I move with purpose, not fear."
He shuffles aside then, eyeing the mare more analytically. His critical mind wonders if she's ever bothered to set hoof in the ocean before or always just spread her wings and soared away before reaching its edge. He guesses her older than most of the barely matured natives around here, though far from his advanced state of decay, but perhaps she still lacks the stillness to rest in one place long enough to observe the world around her.
"If I was wounded though," He consciously forces his gaze to stay level instead of dropping to the puckered skin of his left shoulder, lips pursing in their denied urge to rub at the deeply throbbing pain there. "What assistance would you offer?"
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Sohalia
"Maybe it's you who needs to pay more attention." He snaps, then pauses to let the water wash against and around his aching legs, nose gesturing slightly at its frothy surface as it stills and begins to reverse direction. Demonstrating, he lifts one foreleg with a sharp sucking sound, revealing a hole created by the sand beneath his hooves being drug back out to sea with the tide. "I move with purpose, not fear."
He shuffles aside then, eyeing the mare more analytically. His critical mind wonders if she's ever bothered to set hoof in the ocean before or always just spread her wings and soared away before reaching its edge. He guesses her older than most of the barely matured natives around here, though far from his advanced state of decay, but perhaps she still lacks the stillness to rest in one place long enough to observe the world around her.
"If I was wounded though," He consciously forces his gaze to stay level instead of dropping to the puckered skin of his left shoulder, lips pursing in their denied urge to rub at the deeply throbbing pain there. "What assistance would you offer?"
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Sohalia
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