The stomping lands; Any! - Printable Version +- Beqanna (https://beqanna.com/forum) +-- Forum: OOC (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=24) +--- Forum: Archive (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=81) +---- Forum: Lands (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=98) +----- Forum: Nerine (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=91) +------ Forum: Icicle Isle (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=102) +------ Thread: The stomping lands; Any! (/showthread.php?tid=25170) |
The stomping lands; Any! - Intoxication - 10-16-2019 INTOXICATION RE: The stomping lands; Any! - Jesper - 10-17-2019 His summer was kept busy by the arrival of his daughter and, duties as Tod of the Isle. Although the island was sparse in inhabitants, he had found plenty to keep his mind sharp. The fox-shifter stands in his equine form today. The autumn air here is much harsher than on the mainland but, Jesper is able to grow a thicker pelt than his desert-bred genes allow for. He is grateful every day for the gift earned from the Ice Queen's quest. As the brisk breeze rustles his black fur and his bronze-streaked tresses, Jesper also takes note of a new scent. His poll lifts and his ears prick forward as he pulls the other male's cologne into his olfactory sense. There is a familiarity about his scent though Jesper cannot place it just yet. The male's bugle echoes across the barren tundra and rings in the Tod's ears.
Dutifully, the black stallion picks up a peppy trot, in the direction of the new guy. The steed maintains an alert but friendly posture as he approaches the mammoth equine trotting across the snow. Jesper slows into a walk and then, a halt. It is now, as he stands in front of him, that he gets his first, really good look. A pair of green eyes meet his icy blue ones. The younger stallion, despite his age, towers over Jesper by a solid five hands. With his height, and his tusks, he could easily plow over anyone in his path. His pelt is certainly thick enough to withstand the Isle's extreme climate. Its color bears a resemblance to Leilan but, his cologne does not. He had never seen a creature like this one before. However, his experience with the magic of Beqanna taught him to never judge one based on appearance. Jesper offers a warm smile and respectful nod of his head before he speaks in a tone that is light and casual. "Greetings there, traveller. I am Jesper, the Tod of Icicle Isle. Most of our visitors do not come here by accident. What brings you to the Isle? What do you call yourself?" @[Intoxication] RE: The stomping lands; Any! - Intoxication - 10-18-2019 INTOXICATION RE: The stomping lands; Any! - Jesper - 11-11-2019 The black stallion maintains his inviting smile as the young lad finds his voice. Bronze-tipped lobes catch his gruff pitch and, Jesper, in turn, offers a single dip of his poll. As aquamarine gaze lifts and levels with Intoxication's green gaze, the fox-shifter notes his eagerness to be accepted and welcomed. The black had hoped more canines would learn of his position and, make their way North. Alas, he remains as the lone dog and, that is something Jesper has come to enjoy. As for other goals he desires for the Isle, the black recalls a conversation with Merida where all shifters would be welcome. For now, it seems that Icicle Isle is following this track. Who was Jesper to turn away willing company?
Ah! Caelestra. Now it all makes sense. Jesper's smile leaks into his reply as a steady but, gentle and welcoming tone emit through his parted maw. "Ah, yes, Intoxication. Your mother did mention that you would head our way. It is a pleasure to welcome you. The Isle may not be the most forgiving land but, I suspect you will do quite well here. The grand tour can be done from right here: We stand on the eastern shore. Behind me, is the western shore and, is discernable by the cluster of trees. To my right, is the southern half. The snow melts enough on the southern tip to allow for grazing in the late spring, summer and early fall. To my left, is the northern half and characterized by the Heart Pond. As for residents, you know of me though, I can also be seen as a much smaller, ash gray fox. You know of your mother, Caelestra, of course. There is Camomila, the mother of our daughter, Jesla, and a member of the Council. You may run into Leilan or Ardashir, also Council members. I suppose there are others though, they do not make many appearances." @[Intoxication] sorry for the delay and for the not so great writing |