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05-31-2013, 01:24 PM
An ear tilted, catching the sounds of leaves and twigs disturbed by something of decidedly more substance than the wind. Strides slowed to a stop as he turned to watch for whomever or whatever was approaching, head tilting slightly downward to bring the barbed length of his horn into an angle more receptive to defensive manuevers without being blatantly intended so.
It was not difficult to spot the one who'd found him. Marked in gold more vibrant than anything autumn's leaves could become, there was nothing remotely stealthy about the mare's appearance or pace. Emerald eyes were watchful, appraising, recognizing the swagger of a warrior full of themselves. His tail flicked against his hocks, silently amused that there were ever young would-be soldiers full of certainty of their capabilities. He wondered if she'd be able to survive a bloody war to become one of the seasoned warriors haunted by the deaths they'd seen, or one of the casualties.
Ears flickered, outwards then forwards, as he watched her attempts at polite conversation. Privately he hoped she was better in the arena than in the social parlors, for her sake. A rueful smile tugged at his lips, before blooming into a true, open one of greeting before allowing his voice to chime out in cheery tenor tones. "Salutations to you as well, Corporal Illynx. I am Ruka." Purposefully he refrained from sharing the details of his past. No need to sound as though he was boasting!
It was not difficult to spot the one who'd found him. Marked in gold more vibrant than anything autumn's leaves could become, there was nothing remotely stealthy about the mare's appearance or pace. Emerald eyes were watchful, appraising, recognizing the swagger of a warrior full of themselves. His tail flicked against his hocks, silently amused that there were ever young would-be soldiers full of certainty of their capabilities. He wondered if she'd be able to survive a bloody war to become one of the seasoned warriors haunted by the deaths they'd seen, or one of the casualties.
Ears flickered, outwards then forwards, as he watched her attempts at polite conversation. Privately he hoped she was better in the arena than in the social parlors, for her sake. A rueful smile tugged at his lips, before blooming into a true, open one of greeting before allowing his voice to chime out in cheery tenor tones. "Salutations to you as well, Corporal Illynx. I am Ruka." Purposefully he refrained from sharing the details of his past. No need to sound as though he was boasting!
