04-17-2015, 10:32 AM
He has always been near, never truly straying too far. The time as a youngling spent more or less with their father was over. He's watched her grow (they have both grown), blossom into this beauty with a twist. They are both nearly adults now, and he has been careful to give her space. She thinks him dull and stupid, but that is fine. The black colt, also showing more subtle signs of graying with his only true distinguishing feature being the bold red blaze on his face, has let her grow and shape and twist without too much evidence of his being near. Their father had been rather easy to separate from. His sister, though, he is drawn inexplicably to her. He knows she doesn't need it, but he feels a bit protective towards her and above all is simply fascinated by her. Now, however, he wishes to be more than a shadow.
He has followed her to the Chamber, where the little beauty has found a home, and wonders if he, too, will be welcome. He has no concerns with following orders of recruiting or what-have-you that their queen has requested, focused as he is more on his sibling. He might make a good warrior, perhaps. He is growing large enough, his structure mainly resembling that of Belgarath's. He is tall, broad, muscles galore, though not overly bulky, and he has shed almost all traces of lanky awkwardness of growth. But the only fighting he intends to do will be what was necessary to protect her. He is altogether unconcerned with how rather sad it was that Shaytan is the only thing he has, the only one he feels loyal to. The only one important to him, even if she pays little mind to his presence. Even if she believes him daft. He will be what she wants him to be, as long as he can be with her. Or at least around.
He finds her doing what she does best and releases a nicker in greeting, standing otherwise as a statue. There is no emotion radiating from the young man, as their never truly has, no expression on his face. Outwardly, he is stoic and impassive. Inside, he is happy to see her up close for the first time in a while. Inside, he wants to approach her and press his muzzle to her cheek in a more affectionate greeting, but he's never been one to act on such urges, and Shaytan would probably not accept his touch in kind anyway. So he stands, devoid, and watches her, holding his tongue until he can better gauge her reaction to him.
[Sorry it's short and crappy, but am excited for this! XD]
He has followed her to the Chamber, where the little beauty has found a home, and wonders if he, too, will be welcome. He has no concerns with following orders of recruiting or what-have-you that their queen has requested, focused as he is more on his sibling. He might make a good warrior, perhaps. He is growing large enough, his structure mainly resembling that of Belgarath's. He is tall, broad, muscles galore, though not overly bulky, and he has shed almost all traces of lanky awkwardness of growth. But the only fighting he intends to do will be what was necessary to protect her. He is altogether unconcerned with how rather sad it was that Shaytan is the only thing he has, the only one he feels loyal to. The only one important to him, even if she pays little mind to his presence. Even if she believes him daft. He will be what she wants him to be, as long as he can be with her. Or at least around.
He finds her doing what she does best and releases a nicker in greeting, standing otherwise as a statue. There is no emotion radiating from the young man, as their never truly has, no expression on his face. Outwardly, he is stoic and impassive. Inside, he is happy to see her up close for the first time in a while. Inside, he wants to approach her and press his muzzle to her cheek in a more affectionate greeting, but he's never been one to act on such urges, and Shaytan would probably not accept his touch in kind anyway. So he stands, devoid, and watches her, holding his tongue until he can better gauge her reaction to him.
[Sorry it's short and crappy, but am excited for this! XD]