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10-01-2013, 04:13 PM
The black rabicano stallion was on his way to the Veins of the Gods, on a trip he felt he should have made when he first arrived here in Helovia. Things had been...complicated since then, however, and he had not felt the free time to travel alone until now. He intended no entanglements this time, but fate would prove otherwise inclined, yet again. As Torleik made his way through the Thistle Meadow, voices carried over to him, unintelligible for the most part. Relying on scent, the stallion smelled another like him, and a female. Uninterested, he continued his path, finding after a passage of time that he could now see the two horses he had previously heard. With some displeasure, he deigned not to change his path; it was too late now. No matter where he ventured, he would still be in plain view of the two. The conversation was now within earshot and Torleik frowned a little at what he heard. This female seemed...agitated, smelled agitated too, and given that a stallion was involved - a young one at that, the elder one assumed he might be giving the mare a hard time. Altering his course to bring him closer, the dual-horned demon paused a short distance away, eyeing both of them. He had not come across either, though the white stallion briefly reminded him of Arlo due to the coloring. "This...boy isn't bothering you, is he, miss?" Torleik inquired. The mare reminded him briefly of Resplendence, a mare he had encountered before at the World's Edge. She had the same sort of agitated, worried, almost scared air about her as this one did. [OOC: Hope you don't mind Torleik's crashing. He can be in and out real quick if you'd like, or stick around.] |
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