Restoration of Fortune

Restoration of Fortune

Cassius Posts: 46

Aurora Basin Haurspex atk: 3.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.0h :: 4 [Birdsong] HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

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11-24-2016, 12:18 PM

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It hasn’t been a full day yet, when Cassius hears the howl and the boom that follows with it. The tired stallion remains weary from his journey, and yet the strange noises warrant investigation. Not that he wanted to run straight into a pack of wolves, or anything. He moves despite his reservations, cautious of the area around him, refusing to pin himself into a tight spot when wolves prowled the area.

Upon the grounds he spots the group, and the source of the howl. It bewilders the stallion momentarily, but perhaps it has something to do with Nimue as well? And there are others that trail behind their chosen equid.

Pocketing this strange pattern in his observations, Cassius settles behind the small group. Swishing his tail in nervous habit. Because when he glances upon the one who seems to have called them, she is vibrating with energy and a frevor he finds no cause for. Soon enough the story spills, and Cassius is worried how great a kingdom this place presumedly had been. Were they bullies in the realm at one point? Proclaiming strength – somehow, but in what way? It makes him sick to think of anything tyrannical… but such is not the case, if the problem at hand is idleness.

He swallows dryly at the mentions of family. The good of the whole; one that he is unawares of, blind and virgin to the inner workings of the Basin. He glances among them, uncertain if they would die for his sake or vice versa.

Cassius snaps his warm eyes, flecked with disjointed worry and smouldering thoughts, upon the one who claims as Lady. He is not a warrior, he knows this resolutely, and the idea is impossible to fathom given the deficit in the herd. It furrows his brows further, merely a thoughtful countenance that owes its softeness in his eyes. She mentions the presence of a new god, when the stallion has hardly thought of gods in the first place. It is good to know, but the mysteries of this world are drowning his head with endless routes and travels. Flailing in the depth, seeking purchase for air – but such was the case he did not up from down, and on he drowned.

The stallion beside the mare, dark, regal and commanding by the tone of his voice and the ire in his gaze, spares no one his eyes. He too must be a leader, or so the gray assumes. Not long after their riling, there are those who offer up their services.

With a steady sigh the stallion steps forward, closer, however hesitant of breaching too close a proximity with the strangers about him. “My name is Cassius. I am but a fledgling in your community… I must be honest, and forthcoming when I say I do not have the heart to fight. As warriors do. But perhaps I may be of some use as one of your scholars.” A brief pause as he gathered himself. “Perhaps… as one who seeks knowledge, it would be thorough to reach out to the other herds. Alliances permitted… it wouldn’t hurt to share knowledge. Touch base with their scholars. And who knows? It might help broaden our gaze. But by all means, this is my suggestion only. I do not mean to intrude.”

He lowered his head, so that it did not sit so proud upon him. And waited steadily for their responses.

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