04-23-2019, 04:12 PM
Litotes time in Loess is quickly coming to an end, so he spends most of his days patrolling the borders and further familiarizing himself with the land. Though most of his misfit home is deeply etched in his mind, he finds a new little something to ponder about daily. Lie will miss Loess when the time comes to go. The people are not friendly but they certainly made him feel welcome. Perhaps an unruly lifestyle is what he always needed.
Little cacti dot the border of the Mountain and Loess, sickly and green and barely alive against the wind of the larger formation. Lie cocks his head and smooshes one with a contemptful hoof, thinking with a chuckle that he is putting the little sucker out of its misery. If his legs were not so restless, perhaps he would have let nature have her way with the plant; alas, he has a reckless energy constantly seizing his muscles, and little creatures such as these pay the price.
A white flash catches the lion-man’s attention, his golden eyes darting forward to see which direction the equine is approaching from. The wind presses into his maw as he lifts it, the scent on the breeze a Loessian one. Tense muscles relax and a cool smile passes over his face. Whoever this is belongs here, and they are clearly making a beeline to his position.
Wolfbane draws closer, blue and white and gold all mingling to create a regal-looking blur. Litotes immediately recognizes the man: previous leader of Loess, spectator of the exact moment he decided he did not like Ilma. The cold smile branches into a delighted one. It seems Wolfbane is always well-met, head high and proud. There is a certain ambiguity between the two that makes their brief interactions ever more interesting.
“Wolfbane,” the once-king’s name rumbles in the back of his throat. “I’m glad to see you’ve made Loess a home once again. Are you on a patrol? Perhaps we can walk together.” Lie swishes his tail and steps forward, indicating with a nod to continue along the border.
@[Wolfbane] what is proof reading or html sorry this is poo poo garbage
Little cacti dot the border of the Mountain and Loess, sickly and green and barely alive against the wind of the larger formation. Lie cocks his head and smooshes one with a contemptful hoof, thinking with a chuckle that he is putting the little sucker out of its misery. If his legs were not so restless, perhaps he would have let nature have her way with the plant; alas, he has a reckless energy constantly seizing his muscles, and little creatures such as these pay the price.
A white flash catches the lion-man’s attention, his golden eyes darting forward to see which direction the equine is approaching from. The wind presses into his maw as he lifts it, the scent on the breeze a Loessian one. Tense muscles relax and a cool smile passes over his face. Whoever this is belongs here, and they are clearly making a beeline to his position.
Wolfbane draws closer, blue and white and gold all mingling to create a regal-looking blur. Litotes immediately recognizes the man: previous leader of Loess, spectator of the exact moment he decided he did not like Ilma. The cold smile branches into a delighted one. It seems Wolfbane is always well-met, head high and proud. There is a certain ambiguity between the two that makes their brief interactions ever more interesting.
“Wolfbane,” the once-king’s name rumbles in the back of his throat. “I’m glad to see you’ve made Loess a home once again. Are you on a patrol? Perhaps we can walk together.” Lie swishes his tail and steps forward, indicating with a nod to continue along the border.
@[Wolfbane] what is proof reading or html sorry this is poo poo garbage
