07-01-2016, 11:46 PM
He was coming... this was it, the big moment. He was on his way. Thanata's keen nose picked up the smell of an approaching creature. She lifted her head, her long mane and forelock falling away to reveal bright almond brown eyes as she gazed into the distance. A dark shape was making its way toward her and Brynmor, but even from this distance, she could tell, or at least guess, who it was.
This King Brynmor had spoke of had arrived. Thanata felt like trembling in his mere presence, but knew if she showed weakness, he may try to take advantage of that. So she would not show weakness, no matter what.
His dark coat was dappled with white flecks and ice, making him seem like more of an Appaloosa rather than his baroque breeding spoke of. He had a tall, muscular body, marred with scars that showed he had been hardened by battles of all kinds. Thanata knew about that very well. She watched as he dipped his head in a sign of greeting, and kept it low, as if to make himself seem less imposing. Not that it helped reassure Thanata; the fact that he was taller than her, even with a lowered head, made her nervous.
He smiles at her, and Thanata finds herself intrigued. Could Brynmor's words have been true? Was this king really a nice stallion, unlike all of the other ones she had met in her lifetime? Would she be making a wasted effort in trying to be nice to him back? Would she be making a mistake in believing his kindness rang true?
Thanata listened to the King - Offspring - explain that there were other stallions, mares, and colts and fillies here in the kingdom, something that did make her a bit relieved. There were others here, thank goodness. She had a little less to fear, knowing that there were others living here that she could seek refuge with if she needed somewhere safe to hide.
She took in a breath; that question would've had to come eventually. Looking at Offspring's hooves rather than his eyes, the black mare offered a reply, "T-Thanata..."
OOC: It's all good Offspring, don't worry about it.
This King Brynmor had spoke of had arrived. Thanata felt like trembling in his mere presence, but knew if she showed weakness, he may try to take advantage of that. So she would not show weakness, no matter what.
His dark coat was dappled with white flecks and ice, making him seem like more of an Appaloosa rather than his baroque breeding spoke of. He had a tall, muscular body, marred with scars that showed he had been hardened by battles of all kinds. Thanata knew about that very well. She watched as he dipped his head in a sign of greeting, and kept it low, as if to make himself seem less imposing. Not that it helped reassure Thanata; the fact that he was taller than her, even with a lowered head, made her nervous.
He smiles at her, and Thanata finds herself intrigued. Could Brynmor's words have been true? Was this king really a nice stallion, unlike all of the other ones she had met in her lifetime? Would she be making a wasted effort in trying to be nice to him back? Would she be making a mistake in believing his kindness rang true?
Thanata listened to the King - Offspring - explain that there were other stallions, mares, and colts and fillies here in the kingdom, something that did make her a bit relieved. There were others here, thank goodness. She had a little less to fear, knowing that there were others living here that she could seek refuge with if she needed somewhere safe to hide.
She took in a breath; that question would've had to come eventually. Looking at Offspring's hooves rather than his eyes, the black mare offered a reply, "T-Thanata..."
OOC: It's all good Offspring, don't worry about it.