nobody dies a virgin, life fucks us all
Arquus is enthralled by the attraction both himself, and Leilan have managed to catch. In fact, he is pondering on whether or not Leilan should be a new permanent addition to his life, a comrade shall we say. The guy must be good luck, or something.
The first to join is a fancy beast, smelling of dragon scales and fire-y breath. Of course Arquus is unsure of whether this stallion possesses the power to transform, or if somewhere he has a private keep of dragons to use for diplomatic negotiations. Though both sound evidently beneficial in either case, whether Arquus is protected by a hoard of secret giant reptiles or the giant reptile is standing before him in equine form.
What a delight.
It isn’t a surprise this gentleman is familiar with Leilan. He seems to be the kind that could walk anywhere and still find someone who knows him. The kind who acts like he knows you even when he has no idea who the hell you are--you know, manners and such. Arquus liked to see himself in a similar light, though it had been so long he isn’t sure if anyone will know him.
Even better, he muses, a fresh start is sometimes all that is needed.
“Ruinam,” Arquus repeats slowly but surely in an effort to remember his name in future meetings. What a sad ending it would be to see our reddish-brown painted stallion swallowed whole before even making it past the field.
“Ah-hah!” He exclaims, a soft chuckle releases as he shakes his head in a jovial manner, “now this is a man we need around. He has the inside scoop to the best water,” before nudging Leilan in a playful manner as if they were old time pals. He is unsure of whether Leilan feels as comfortable as he, but in all honesty he isn’t too worried.
Arquus isn’t really ever worried.
The three amigos, as Arquus decides to dub them, only have a few short minutes before a fourth arrives to kill the short-lived all boys club dream. She arrives with grace, elegance, and a feminine scent that Arquus focuses hard to ignore. It had been so long since he had conversed with any woman, really.
“Well, you’re no use to us here then,” another laugh, hoping to show his humor while also wanting to seem inviting. It must not be comfortable, approaching three rather intimidating males. He sees her analyze him briefly, as if to memorize the features of his face in case she is ever to run into him again.
The softest of slyness creeps in. He would ensure she would see him again.
“Cyprin,” he smiles and nods before splitting his attention to the three of them, “I am Arquus of nowhere. I am easily sold, however. A cheap date, so to speak. Please, do tell me about where you are from and the waters you have to offer. I am parched.”
ARQUUS
@[Leilan] @[Ruinam] @[Cyprin]