09-28-2016, 08:02 AM
Hohotep
Gunsynd is a changed beast after entering his home. He is calm and collected without a hint of malice. He had helped to lead the mare to fresh water and for that she is rather grateful. Slender neck dips to pull some of the liquid through her own lips as she takes this moment of peace with a grain of salt.
Hohotep did not imagine this carnivorous land was meant for peace. The land here is sour and the vegetation is all but rotten yet the stallion at her side seemed to thrive in such desolate conditions. Tep lifts her head with a little dribble of water on her chin, orange eyes floating against the darkness of her skin as she studies her traveling companion with pricked ears.
"Carnage, yes." The dark woman knows this name but truthfully, who doesn't? Her own father was a king and perhaps a god in the eyes of some but never had Tep encountered a real god amongst horses. Tep nods dutifully as she understand what those few words mean. The woman would have to earn a place of rest, to eat, to drink. Thoughts note that she may already be indebted by simply sipping the water at their feet. Was she bound to Pangea already? The simplest but most significant life source of water already sat in her belly. Perhaps she should been a little more careful.
"What must I do to get started Gunsynd?" No toying riddles. No batting of lashes or pursed lips. The dark lioness is forward with her question and she expects a forward reply. As she awaits his words, the muscled hips shift their weight to square her frame, watching the Friesian closely.
Hohotep did not imagine this carnivorous land was meant for peace. The land here is sour and the vegetation is all but rotten yet the stallion at her side seemed to thrive in such desolate conditions. Tep lifts her head with a little dribble of water on her chin, orange eyes floating against the darkness of her skin as she studies her traveling companion with pricked ears.
"Carnage, yes." The dark woman knows this name but truthfully, who doesn't? Her own father was a king and perhaps a god in the eyes of some but never had Tep encountered a real god amongst horses. Tep nods dutifully as she understand what those few words mean. The woman would have to earn a place of rest, to eat, to drink. Thoughts note that she may already be indebted by simply sipping the water at their feet. Was she bound to Pangea already? The simplest but most significant life source of water already sat in her belly. Perhaps she should been a little more careful.
"What must I do to get started Gunsynd?" No toying riddles. No batting of lashes or pursed lips. The dark lioness is forward with her question and she expects a forward reply. As she awaits his words, the muscled hips shift their weight to square her frame, watching the Friesian closely.
the black lioness