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06-03-2017, 08:32 AM
CAN YOU PROMISE ME THAT NO ONE WILL CRY AT MY FUNERAL
The Sultana's bellow pulled his attention from his mingling, his eyes finding the stormy mare. The news of promotions made him smile, and he quickly searched to pick out those who's names have been called. He still can not claim to know everyone's name, but the party has lent a hand in identifying those who he didn't recognize. His ears pricked at his friend's name, and his head bobbed with excitement for Pip. He hasn't known the pegasus long, but he has a deep respect of love for him. After all, Pip is the one who showed him home. He glanced at the hobbit, sending a heartfelt smile towards him, unsure if Pip noticed in the crowd. That doesn't matter, though.
His eyes drew forward once again, this time focusing on the Sultan standing beside the dark mare Ampere. News of doom? Vibrations of the earth and a black rain sounds like something out of a grimoire, a spell of dark magic. He knows now that magic is all too real here in this land, being a witness to it first hand. His brow furrowed. The potential of knowledge here was great, however the passive stallion tends to keep his body out of harms way. The thought of venturing out of his now comfortable home made his heart thump. Gully stared at Volterra, swallowing hard at his call for the able bodied. Of course, Gully couldn't hope to gain any knowledge by staying hoveled up in his little hole.
He watched silently as an unfamiliar, pregnant mare spoke up. This whole thing seems to be orbiting the name Kaos. It was unfamiliar to him, but the air felt stiff every time someone said it. Like a sooty fog that choked the oxygen out. The talk of runes and alters caught his attention. After all, he holds the title of apostle. Things of that sort always holds his interest. He moved forward from his position at the rear of the crowd, sliding his thick frame between the others of the herd. He hopes to catch Volterra before the stallion departs, or drinks.
His eyes drew forward once again, this time focusing on the Sultan standing beside the dark mare Ampere. News of doom? Vibrations of the earth and a black rain sounds like something out of a grimoire, a spell of dark magic. He knows now that magic is all too real here in this land, being a witness to it first hand. His brow furrowed. The potential of knowledge here was great, however the passive stallion tends to keep his body out of harms way. The thought of venturing out of his now comfortable home made his heart thump. Gully stared at Volterra, swallowing hard at his call for the able bodied. Of course, Gully couldn't hope to gain any knowledge by staying hoveled up in his little hole.
He watched silently as an unfamiliar, pregnant mare spoke up. This whole thing seems to be orbiting the name Kaos. It was unfamiliar to him, but the air felt stiff every time someone said it. Like a sooty fog that choked the oxygen out. The talk of runes and alters caught his attention. After all, he holds the title of apostle. Things of that sort always holds his interest. He moved forward from his position at the rear of the crowd, sliding his thick frame between the others of the herd. He hopes to catch Volterra before the stallion departs, or drinks.
@Volterra || Blah!
