04-04-2017, 11:58 PM
ORION'S BELT
As he waits patiently, cause frankly when you have an eternity to live time is nothing, he surveys the land. Of what he can see it looks like a fine Kingdom. The west horizon stretches as far as thee eye can see across a blanket of crested waves. Sea-green grasses sparsely decorate the terrain giving the inhabitants needed nourishment. Yes, it was a fine land. His large frame rested and orbs half lidded lazily. Salty breeze whipped his drapery across them...
He had just become content when a shifting in the distance caught his eye. A disturbance of sorts that he couldn't quite put his hoof on. Lobes thrusted forward in amusement as two figures were seen amongst the happenings. As they neared everything seemed to settle. They approached with little caution or reserve. The child happily bounding beside his mother brought a gentle smile to his maw. The decorative mare seemed sure of herself so he could only assume she held position along with power. Her abrupt words backed with a spitfire tone confirmed his assumption. But one should never assume...
Relaxed position remained as she approached and questioned his intentions. Crown dipped in a polite manner as he began to answer them, "Orion, miss. I 'tam but a servant M'Lady. In 'twhatever why I shall be of service to thy Kingdom 'ere". His words were strong but kind. Looking down to the young one still at her side. He found it rude to skip formalities before business so he left it at that. He could tell she had more to say... Much more.
He had just become content when a shifting in the distance caught his eye. A disturbance of sorts that he couldn't quite put his hoof on. Lobes thrusted forward in amusement as two figures were seen amongst the happenings. As they neared everything seemed to settle. They approached with little caution or reserve. The child happily bounding beside his mother brought a gentle smile to his maw. The decorative mare seemed sure of herself so he could only assume she held position along with power. Her abrupt words backed with a spitfire tone confirmed his assumption. But one should never assume...
Relaxed position remained as she approached and questioned his intentions. Crown dipped in a polite manner as he began to answer them, "Orion, miss. I 'tam but a servant M'Lady. In 'twhatever why I shall be of service to thy Kingdom 'ere". His words were strong but kind. Looking down to the young one still at her side. He found it rude to skip formalities before business so he left it at that. He could tell she had more to say... Much more.
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