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The queens screech stirred the snake from his concentrated gaze out over the cliff line. A groan escaping his maw as he threw down the supplies he had collected in his scarf ready for a journey east - he was keen to suss out these outcast bands and find the location of herd enemies. For her majesty his trip would be delayed.
Footsteps light and lithe through the dew dropped grass, Toulouse made his way to the sound of their dull, less-than-charismatic woman ruler. the gelding dare not approach - instead he lurked just beyond the treeline among the fern and underbrush. He could hear reasonably well from his hidden pocket in the trees. Out of sight out of mind, he had hoped. This was until the King spoke his name and his eyes fluttered closed, his teeth grating togeather. How he wished to make an announcement right now. It was when Raedens voice piped up that he rolled his eyes once again, fangs stratching like nails on a chalkboard against his other lower teeth. For a few moments he wondered why on earth he even stood here at the meeting for a herd who hated him, summoned by a selfish Queen and the only righteous King left in helovia. Was that why he stayed? Soon the chatter ceased and he felt the urge to speak, though still he dare not. He had freinds here... he must. There would be some that aknowledged his authority. A trial was a trial, though he would do whatever he could to rattle his bars and shackles to show them he meant business. Taking a number of small paces from the treeline and into view, the gelding made his voice and presence known. Words coming as a brontide over the warm grass and foggy air, the specter spoke to the sleuths and the sleuths only; "Any sleuths who like me wish for equality with their superiors and do not feel like being pawns for chores... we head east tonight" was his stirring words, serpentine eyes switching over those gathered. Kiuaji was present, yet still his eyes looked for Aelfwine and that gilded man he recalled observing the fight. "Enemies of the herd dwell in the meadows, and outcast bands have long since been heard from. Let us see what they are up to"
the motherland don't love you, the fatherland dont love you. so why love anything? the faithless; they dont love you the zealous hearts dont love you. and that's not gonna change. ut deo.
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@Aelfwine @Thranduil @Kiuaji
I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
