10-13-2009, 01:53 AM
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ooc: Sorry to keep you waiting, luff! Haha, he is a noble steed indeed - I love it! ;P
"Of course!" he responded cheerfully, not surprised in the least that word had spread of his presence in the wolf lands. He was a king, the highest of nobility - it was natural for others to speak of him, to gossip about his boundless charms and gilded kingdom. In reality, it was more the novelty of a one-armed dog with delusions of grandeur that stirred the gossip, but it was all complimentary in his eyes. The raggedy wolf met his gaze with her startlingly clear eyes, grey like the storm around them, shining pale in the gloom. She did have a pretty face after all, chiseled features made wild by the bare scars. If only she was not on all fours like a commoner, the monarch might have tried to seduce her...
The small horse brightened considerably when her canine "parent" spoke up, and she nickered pleasantly at the sound of his booming voice. Still dripping wet and trembling, the filly stumbled meekly to stand behind her king, leaning against his side and gazing dolefully at the big red beast with the branches. He wasn't being very friendly so far. Perhaps he would want to play with her when they got back to the warm dry barn! There weren't any other little horses her age, and the grown-ups all ignored her. At least the other two-leggers liked to pet her when they came to feed the herd...
Jacquez wiped the damp strands of hair from his eyes, shaking his head in a fruitless attempt to free his waterlogged mane. This rain was relentless, and now he would not dry off for hours. "I thought you'd never ask," he grumbled, offering her a wink. He had only been out in the elements for moments, and already the chill had him stiff and tense, his breath crystallizing before his very eyes. "Rue, dépêchez-vous, vite! It is far too cold for any beast in their right mind." He tapped the horse impatiently on the rump, and with a flick of her ears, the foal dashed back towards the safety of the barn.
He was oblivious to the internal struggle this trespasser was mustering; it was exceedingly rare for him to empathize with anyone other than himself. As he strode purposefully towards the shelter, he glanced back behind him to make sure she was following. "Eh, there is room for your deer inside as well," he added offhandedly, rubbing the empty socket of his left shoulder. She had yet to state her name or her purpose, but he was hardly a conventional leader. Pretty girls could trespass all they like, and in Jacquez's mind, the more scars the better.
ooc: Sorry to keep you waiting, luff! Haha, he is a noble steed indeed - I love it! ;P
"Of course!" he responded cheerfully, not surprised in the least that word had spread of his presence in the wolf lands. He was a king, the highest of nobility - it was natural for others to speak of him, to gossip about his boundless charms and gilded kingdom. In reality, it was more the novelty of a one-armed dog with delusions of grandeur that stirred the gossip, but it was all complimentary in his eyes. The raggedy wolf met his gaze with her startlingly clear eyes, grey like the storm around them, shining pale in the gloom. She did have a pretty face after all, chiseled features made wild by the bare scars. If only she was not on all fours like a commoner, the monarch might have tried to seduce her...
The small horse brightened considerably when her canine "parent" spoke up, and she nickered pleasantly at the sound of his booming voice. Still dripping wet and trembling, the filly stumbled meekly to stand behind her king, leaning against his side and gazing dolefully at the big red beast with the branches. He wasn't being very friendly so far. Perhaps he would want to play with her when they got back to the warm dry barn! There weren't any other little horses her age, and the grown-ups all ignored her. At least the other two-leggers liked to pet her when they came to feed the herd...
Jacquez wiped the damp strands of hair from his eyes, shaking his head in a fruitless attempt to free his waterlogged mane. This rain was relentless, and now he would not dry off for hours. "I thought you'd never ask," he grumbled, offering her a wink. He had only been out in the elements for moments, and already the chill had him stiff and tense, his breath crystallizing before his very eyes. "Rue, dépêchez-vous, vite! It is far too cold for any beast in their right mind." He tapped the horse impatiently on the rump, and with a flick of her ears, the foal dashed back towards the safety of the barn.
He was oblivious to the internal struggle this trespasser was mustering; it was exceedingly rare for him to empathize with anyone other than himself. As he strode purposefully towards the shelter, he glanced back behind him to make sure she was following. "Eh, there is room for your deer inside as well," he added offhandedly, rubbing the empty socket of his left shoulder. She had yet to state her name or her purpose, but he was hardly a conventional leader. Pretty girls could trespass all they like, and in Jacquez's mind, the more scars the better.