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Albrecht Posts: 249

Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen

09-15-2016, 09:34 AM

Albrecht

The old stallions grizzled muzzle reaches up, his bent and wiry whiskers brushing across the strings of broken glass, metal shards, and other unidentifiable baubles hanging there. Early morning light gleams across their uneven surfaces as the sun breaches the Basins mountainous peaks and he tilts his head to watch the lights reflection on the bits and pieces. One particular strand holds his attention, its colors and materials more varied than the others. He stretches his neck, lips parted to grab this new prize when a skitter of loose stone from behind makes him turn.

"Tangere." His tone is flat, expressionless. "Long time no see." His emerald eyes scan her over, ignoring the dirt and the way her coat always seems to be so long and uneven, focusing only on the basic signs of wellbeing like weight, wounds, and expression. She seems a little tired but otherwise healthy to his presumptuous eyes and he wonders, staring impassively back, what differences she might find in him.

Does she note the extra half inch of meat across his ribs, or only the way it still fails to smooth the dips between them? Do her roadworn eyes notice the way his head sits just a little to one side, the coil of black and auburn scales around his right horn weighing it down? Can she see the other weight, this new darkness laying heavy across his mind, somehow sense the gist of his recent crime and shrink away from his proximity through some instinctual awareness? Or does she only note the lay of his ears, the way the corners of his mouth turn down at being interrupted? He doesn't consider her possible anger, how she'd likely seen his intent in reaching for her homemade decorations. She doesn't seem the sentimental type, having just returned from an extended absence, but no one likes being swindled.

"I like your things." He admits, offering a wan smile. "They-" He hesitates a beat, searching for the right word. "-chimed in the wind last night."

OOC // @Tangere I hope this is okay! I remember you writing about the little bits of shiny things that Phrixus collects once and wanted to expand on that. <3

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