Kahlua the Sunshower Posts: 662
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: 9 [Orangemoon] HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath
Sevin |
06-17-2013, 08:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-19-2013, 12:12 AM by Kahlua.)
Duchanar's face changed in response to her words- a look that she hadn't seen on the hike from the threshold to here. Surprising considering how much time they had spent together as the trek had been slowed considerably by raging snowstorms. She wished the cold would hurry off- it wasn't good for the complexion. Sure, she looked pretty now and she took care of herself as best she could but a summer coat was always more pleasing to the eye. Luckily for Duch, the mare was just unobservant enough to ignore it as a response to the environment. She wasn't in to reading faces and guessing feelings. Secrets, a strange thing to keep, Kahlua thought. But maybe she just didn't understand. Such a mysterious being, the white faced bat was. Had he been of more use to her, her interest would have certainly been peaked.
A large stallion, brutish in size, joined Duchanar and herself presently. Clearly, the horse of whom Duch had just been speaking. Kahlua looked him over quickly as he nodded to her companion. He dwarfed her in size such that she would have to look up slightly to meet his gaze. More wings, she noted. They were comparatively small, but it never occurred to her that they would not lift him. At least she had noticed some non-winged horses on her way in with Duch. She was not the only one. The bay's kind words flooded her ears and she smiled. “It's lovely. I can only imagine how stunning the land is come warmer weather,” she cooed in response to his first statement. Who was he? Another of the warriors? His physique certainly screamed the part. “Thor,” he said and she instantly cursed herself. She should have known, especially after Duch spoke of him at the Threshold and again now. She heard bantering between them but could not be bothered to listen too closely. Hurriedly though fluidly extending her left front hoof, Kahlua curved her nose down past her knee and lowered her shoulders just slightly by moving her opposite hoof under her body. Holding the position for a moment she rose again and stepped back just once to give him more room. Submission. “I am Kahlua, my lord. My escort failed to mention how striking you are.” She practically oozed. | |
| Thor... Thor the... Thor the Something. I can't remember. But does it matter? Titles or not, a king is a king. So king, tell me what you like. Do you like to see us grovel at your feet? I'll grovel with the best of them. Perhaps you like gifts and trinkets. I don't know where to find pretty pieces of the land yet, but I'll figure it out real quick if that is what it takes. Maybe there's a raging desire in your loins. I'll bear you all the foals you could dream of. We'll have a whole army if that's what it takes. You see, Duchanar is great and everything, but he won't take me where I need to go. He leads the life of a warrior- a life I was just not meant for. So don't be shy. Tell me what you need. I'll make your life better for it. I promise. |
Duchanar's endorsement of the king was interesting to Kahlua, though she did not muse into it too much. There was something more between these two that, even if she was picking it up slightly, was very confusing to her. Just a few seconds passed as Kahlua prepared to speak again. Her voice was bright, betraying her excitement. Self secrecy was not on her list of talents like it was with Duch. “I ask humbly to join your home and family,” her pace was even enough but her thoughts raced rapidly in her brain. She was trying to think of how she could offer herself in a way that would make herself useful to the king. Suddenly an idea crossed her mind. She had noticed a mare wearing a necklace with a ruby stone while Duch was escorting her in. Within seconds she could see her future playing out. “Certainly someone in your herd must craft the pretty trinkets I see your loyal followers wearing. I'm sure I could be of assistance to the crafter... and through them, you.” She glanced quickly to Duchanar, just curious to see his reaction. Her gaze did not linger long. Within moments she was facing back to the king- eyes and ears devoted to him alone. | |
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