i'm struggling to breathe in the dark;
It is the sweet melody of the golden mare’s voice that draws the poodle curled stallion from his peaceful rest. Slowly Eskil’s dark brown eyes blink open as he turns his large head towards her. “Cress,” her name slips through her lips with a soft hiss amongst the hums of his low toned voice. It is a simple name, one that he enjoyed having dance across his tongue. Slowly his eyes trace over the battle worn scars that carved their way elegantly across her coat and deep into her skin. It is only when his sight lands on the missing pair of ears that his lips tilt upward in a small smile. “You are quite different, aren’t you?”
As the tan stallion’s voice trails off into the surrounding air, a chuckle draws him away from Cress’s attention. Slowly he turns his head towards the porcelain colored equine stepping towards them and nods slightly in greeting. “Hello Tiphon,” his voice is just as fluid as when he speaks to the fair haired mare and for a moment he changes glances in-between the pair. He gives it just enough time for them to think he may have ignored their inquiries about his following home before taking a step back and rolling his shoulders in a slight shrug.
“It seems you both had the same idea when you approached,” his eyes linger a moment longer on Tiphon’s shining face before Eskil looks to Cress. “I know these recruitment situations probably go a certain way,” a small chuckle slips from between his lips. “But I must say, I am not one to follow the rules of society quite well. So, rather than ask a typical question of why, how about I ask why not, instead?”
Gently he flicks his tail back against his haunches, temporarily chasing away the few pesky horse flies that had decided to stop for a moment to bother and nip at his sensitive skin. “What would you say your kingdom’s largest cons are… to you? What do you think is the one thing that would keep most away from remaining inside its borders?”
For a moment he pauses, allowing the silence to stretch between them before sighing softly and allowing a smirk to tug at the corners of his lips. "So instead of trying to recruit me, try to deter me." It is then he finally grows silent, leaving room for them to take their turns. He would not speak until they were both done. He knew his different approach may throw them, yet why not make their trip worth both their time by adding in a different twist to the whole "bringing someone home" charade?
"Oh, and I almost forgot... My name is Eskil."
eskil
@[Tiphon]
@[Cress]