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07-12-2012, 03:02 AM
The agitation of the dark stallions was not lost upon the hybrid, oh no. They were much like Rishima, he already knew. Fiercely protective, and outraged that he dared touch Mirage. He held a straight face though, so not to feed their emotions further. But he was amused, knowing that their absence from Mirage's company had left them in the dark on the fact of this. That their little sister had grown up, and let someone near. Vikram had every intent of making it perfectly clear that it had been her choice during the inevitable meeting that was sure to come now.
Then he averted his attention to the others that gathered. Most he didn't know, some he did. Torasin was greeted with a friendly grin, the brown Kiba with a soft and friendly rumble. The inspection he received was patiently withstood, though he chuckled as he watched the little dragon wander back and forth over his back and inspect every inch until curiousity was satisfied. There was a quirkily delighted moment as he glimpsed Noise, and he reached over to nip lightly at the cyborg's shoulder in wordless greeting. Only appropriate for one he'd met in battle and considered a friend.
There were others, who lingered on the outskirts and were obviously devoted to Mirage, and some who seemed to be possessing the same authority the dark mare carried. Friends and allies. He studied the others as Mirage spoke, easily placing the appropriate titles on the herd leaders by that stance they held and the hues of their coats. The rest he took note of as they were labelled, and wondered at the few who were not.
And then he heard his cue, the term WingLeader spoken, and he moved to stand beside Mirage, returning her smile with one of his own. This would be the first most of them would know of the fact that their relationship had deepened beyond friendship... and he suspected that Rishima might join her brothers in interrogating him at a later time. Sometime when more dire matters were waiting to be dealt with.
"Always." He murmured to Mirage as she asked for company on her climb to see the Gods. As they would not have to see the Sun God, he hadn't a problem with returning there.
Then he averted his attention to the others that gathered. Most he didn't know, some he did. Torasin was greeted with a friendly grin, the brown Kiba with a soft and friendly rumble. The inspection he received was patiently withstood, though he chuckled as he watched the little dragon wander back and forth over his back and inspect every inch until curiousity was satisfied. There was a quirkily delighted moment as he glimpsed Noise, and he reached over to nip lightly at the cyborg's shoulder in wordless greeting. Only appropriate for one he'd met in battle and considered a friend.
There were others, who lingered on the outskirts and were obviously devoted to Mirage, and some who seemed to be possessing the same authority the dark mare carried. Friends and allies. He studied the others as Mirage spoke, easily placing the appropriate titles on the herd leaders by that stance they held and the hues of their coats. The rest he took note of as they were labelled, and wondered at the few who were not.
And then he heard his cue, the term WingLeader spoken, and he moved to stand beside Mirage, returning her smile with one of his own. This would be the first most of them would know of the fact that their relationship had deepened beyond friendship... and he suspected that Rishima might join her brothers in interrogating him at a later time. Sometime when more dire matters were waiting to be dealt with.
"Always." He murmured to Mirage as she asked for company on her climb to see the Gods. As they would not have to see the Sun God, he hadn't a problem with returning there.
