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The summon is made and the poisoner answers, Matanye ahead of him in a beat of her brightly coloured wings as she settled upon a branch in order to better look at the gathered. Lilac eyes bright despite the chill which still clung to his metallic coat, the winter coat luxurious if not a little patchy as it began to shed to it's much sleeker and preferred glory. Part of him wished he could place upon his painted lips a Cheshire grin, but instead it's pulled to a thin line. The kind you'd find on a cobra coiled tight to shelter itself from the rain, or when a nearby hyena ripped a particularly bad fart. He lingered toward the edge of the meeting, forward enough to let his presence be known. As if Matanye isn't a bright enough symbol to let those who need to know, that the androgynous stallion is present. Other appear in various shades and the rest all all washed grey, frostfall has been hard on some and birdsong has favoured others. The poisoner cared little, and he cared even less as demotions and promotions were handed out, the world danced on. The only thing that had been marginally fun was the specter challenge, and that apparently had been tap on the hoof and a naughty mark. A good threat on your life kept you spicy, and it certainly worked wonders on turning a mundane day into something worth living for. 'Look like you want to be here.' A pointed jab from Matanye earned a roll of his eyes and interrupted his musing. A curvy hip leaned to the side as his hoof propped against the misty grass. 'Darling, I've been to burials cheerier than this.' A brow rose as he glanced at his companion from her regal perch, her crest flared as she stared at her bonded. 'you probably caused burial' She huffed in response, apparently fed up with the front row seat she swooped to land on him instead. Her greeting nip a little less annoyed and more fond as she settled to weaving the long strands of his mane. |
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"let me shatter your frame of mind, my dear"
force & magic permitted on Kiuaji at all times
with the exception of maiming and death.
