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07-30-2016, 03:53 PM
i never said i'd stay to the end
Hobgoblin is growing bored, and she can’t help but admit that she is as well, whether it be from his influence over her emotions and thoughts or not. Fiore, the stallion, has already won himself the simple feat of receiving Hobgoblin’s distaste. Their awkward greeting without the immediate presence of Sikeax gave him enough leeway to draw his jaws wide and bare teeth, and if there was a nose there, it would have been crinkled high from the presence of the short man. He gives him what can only be defined as a low, dark hiss that rolls out from somewhere deep within the ghastliness of his current body.
At her delayed arrival, he treats the situation as if he actions never occurred. Nothing is brought up about them, and after she begins to speak, he is gone, slipping into the trees and foliage with head low and jaws slightly parted, prepared for a kill that he can’t get to happen.
The sight of downed ears pushes her brows down and lets her blue eyes fall into wrinkled caves beneath their descent. Her own ears press forward for a few short seconds before twirling back around and sinking. “What?”, she seems to say with her expression. What has she done to retrieve such a greeting?
“No like.”
Which one?
She gives them a quick secondary study, trying to figure out what has pinpointed his dislike other than the rude greeting that they had been given. The mare seemed alright with her light response to Sikeax’s attempt at introductions, but she hadn’t been there for a good thirty seconds, leaving an opening for a thousand different things to occur with Hobgoblin in the area.
“Both.”
This is not a conversation she wants to have and the same follows for him. Without words, emotions or exchanged motions, the two agree to leave it be. It’s better that way.
Fiore has been polite in a way that she guesses no one will truly come to respect. He wants to learn, and for this, she thanks him in her head. Paradox would then spill as much information as she could as a beginning, and Sikeax would do the same, but leak information that everyone is common to know in Helovia, and hopefully in turn, encourage Paradox to give more. She is rarely a manipulative soul, but at times one has to go against their typical facade for the greater.
And oh, what a stupid thing this mare spills. She wants Hobgoblin to be there because Hobgoblin has no vices in his head about what is right and what is wrong, throwing it all into a heap that signifies he doesn’t give a single damn about what other people think of him. With him near, she could have handed him her feelings and patiently waited for their imminent performance. He would have thrown out laughter that rattles bones and sinks into cores, wildly throwing any insult he can manage towards the mare and how stupid her idea of what a herd is.
She had basically defined it while trying to prove it different from one.
She’ll be polite in proving the mare’s idiocy, only because this is a formal meeting that looks best if she is well-mannered.
“Paradox?” The tone is soft, kinda like how you imagine your older sister uses to correct you while trying to remain nice and playful, loving in a sense. It’s fake. Hobgoblin is howling out short screeches in the woods. He’ll lose his game as a consequence, but that doesn’t matter. This is quality entertainment.
“What you described is exactly a herd.” If horses could vomit, she would have already been drawing up an ample amount, regardless of the look of concern painted over her.
She pulls herself away from her lower skull and ears, pulling them back up gently and pressing herself into a calm demeanor for her speech.
“The Dragon’s Throat is a herd south of here, on an island. We worship the Sun God as our patron and come from a warrior society that was once lead by the great Kri the Resolute, but is now under Gaucho the Wildfire and Megaera the Sunspear. We’re the longest standing herd in the same region, and view one another as family members. If you are to take up a rank, as a warrior, spy, apostle who study history and religion, or my class, as a healer, where I teach the healing arts. A rank lead will aid you in perfecting your chosen skill. It’s a very rewarding experience, and in return, you get to experience welcome companionship, a safe home and a better life than what you would receive in an outcast band.” Her voice is nearly a spit in the face to Paradox, who as far as Sikeax and Hobgoblin were concerned, had made a fool of herself. “Who leads the Unbound, Paradox? Or are you truly unaligned and aimless?”
Hobgoblin wails at this, screeching out his vocal cords as the frightening screeches bellow from deep in his chest. A smile tucks into the back of her head, but physically, her features are stoic and collected, a clean slate against anything this mare might be searching for.
OOC: I didn't write him out returning, but Hobgoblin makes a comeback while Sia is talking.
The noises he makes while laughing sounds like the same noise as barn owls make while screeching but in a barking rhythm.
when both us knew how the end always is
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
