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graasvoel
Ears of stark white perk forward from amid their nest of hopelessly knotted, dark forelock strands. The messy, wooly behemoth heard his now-considered-good-friend Kis and the Korofi stallion ambled forward to heed his call for assistance. Cleaning? His pale brows rose—it was not often (if ever) that the vulture had spent time cleaning things. That was the role of servants in his father’s house. And after that… well the stallion hadn’t really set up roots long enough to need to clean.
As of now, at his home (borrowed from the since-absent Orithia) in the Edge, the snug dwelling seemed only in mild disarray (—at least, to the bachelor that he was—). Perhaps a feminine touch was warranted, but to the tawny-colored beast, it seemed clean enough! So, with an unsure shake of his shaggy coat, he nodded, “As you need, Kis,” was his gruff agreement to assist the mutated man. He turned in the direction of the ruins, seeking to clean those, first.
Naturally, his intensely hot, yellow-and-red gaze did not miss the many mares gathered round, though they lingered on one curled-ear woman in particular… where had he seen her before? His dark lips pursed in a thought, sly grin as he passed close by her on his way to the Rotunda, hoping to tempt her in that direction rather than towards the west where she was headed.
As of now, at his home (borrowed from the since-absent Orithia) in the Edge, the snug dwelling seemed only in mild disarray (—at least, to the bachelor that he was—). Perhaps a feminine touch was warranted, but to the tawny-colored beast, it seemed clean enough! So, with an unsure shake of his shaggy coat, he nodded, “As you need, Kis,” was his gruff agreement to assist the mutated man. He turned in the direction of the ruins, seeking to clean those, first.
Naturally, his intensely hot, yellow-and-red gaze did not miss the many mares gathered round, though they lingered on one curled-ear woman in particular… where had he seen her before? His dark lips pursed in a thought, sly grin as he passed close by her on his way to the Rotunda, hoping to tempt her in that direction rather than towards the west where she was headed.
the vulture feeds while it can
until there's no trace left of man
until there's no trace left of man
@Najya for that SIDEYE and I'll have their thread up in a minute!
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