Ruhr
03-30-2024, 09:03 AM
The dappled stallion listens to the pair of them converse, his responses non-verbal but polite. Demi takes on the burden of introductions, and Ruhr is content to hold his position beside her, a slight and silent guard. He looks over Knaught, half-listening to the story that Demi tells of a land now sunk deep beneath the water.
This world is prone to change, Ruhr has learned, to shifting time and death and magic. His own homeland of Stratos had splintered, a fraction of cloud and wind held by magics he cannot fathom and does not care to think of.
He prefers to think of what he knows, of the Moon and the mare beside him that She had chosen. When Demi steps forward, transforming into a brilliant colored bird, the Stratosian follows her fluttering movements with an unmistakably hungry intensity. He does not move forward as she works to place the feather in Knaught’s dark mane, and releases a breath he’d unknowingly held when she returns to his side and her equine form.
Knaught’s gratitude is focused entirely on the feather and his quest for this Tephra. The longing in Demi’s voice as she spoke of visiting the place had been clear, and though he has no special interest in lovely terrestrial lands, it seems that Demi does. He will do as she wills, for that is what the Moon has directed him. If that is to aid in the restoration of Tephra, then Ruhr will.
He will seek Her out again when night falls, to see if She has plans for Demi. Perhaps they will have something to do with this lost seaside jungle that Knaught quests for. Demi announces that they will meet the other stallion at the Mountain, and Ruhr nods his feathered head in agreement.
“It was a pleasure” he says to the purple stallion, his tone one of conclusion and farewell, accompanied with a nod polite enough to make up for the stillness of his eyes. He turns back to Demi.
‘Wanna fly with me?’ She asks, and Ruhr’s immediate answer, that: “There is nothing I would rather do,” is as genuine as it is quick. There is nowhere he would rather be than the sky.
@Demi
@Knaught yep feel free to write him as tagging along!
This world is prone to change, Ruhr has learned, to shifting time and death and magic. His own homeland of Stratos had splintered, a fraction of cloud and wind held by magics he cannot fathom and does not care to think of.
He prefers to think of what he knows, of the Moon and the mare beside him that She had chosen. When Demi steps forward, transforming into a brilliant colored bird, the Stratosian follows her fluttering movements with an unmistakably hungry intensity. He does not move forward as she works to place the feather in Knaught’s dark mane, and releases a breath he’d unknowingly held when she returns to his side and her equine form.
Knaught’s gratitude is focused entirely on the feather and his quest for this Tephra. The longing in Demi’s voice as she spoke of visiting the place had been clear, and though he has no special interest in lovely terrestrial lands, it seems that Demi does. He will do as she wills, for that is what the Moon has directed him. If that is to aid in the restoration of Tephra, then Ruhr will.
He will seek Her out again when night falls, to see if She has plans for Demi. Perhaps they will have something to do with this lost seaside jungle that Knaught quests for. Demi announces that they will meet the other stallion at the Mountain, and Ruhr nods his feathered head in agreement.
“It was a pleasure” he says to the purple stallion, his tone one of conclusion and farewell, accompanied with a nod polite enough to make up for the stillness of his eyes. He turns back to Demi.
‘Wanna fly with me?’ She asks, and Ruhr’s immediate answer, that: “There is nothing I would rather do,” is as genuine as it is quick. There is nowhere he would rather be than the sky.
@Demi
@Knaught yep feel free to write him as tagging along!