09-13-2017, 12:49 PM
Diable Rouge
>Diable Rouge had returned.
Unwillingly - with much inner protest - but he had returned. Despite the death that ripped him at his core, despite the deepest scar on his body slashing straight across his heart, he returned - he had a job to do, a kingdom to protect and a king to serve. Tangerine and her children were there, Ellyse (although she could easily protect herself) was there, and if Kaiode was alive, he'd be there too...so, the red roan needed to come back home.
This is what he had wanted, right? To protect something, to love something again? Although the being wasn't living, the volcano he had grown so fond of was something he had vowed to defend, something he had promised his king he would do...so he would, no matter the memories it brought back.
Diable Rouge is silent among the small group, eyes passing between each of the faces around him; all he had seen, all he was aware of, but none formally met. Each possessing an ability, each strong beyond their appearances. Diable Rouge begins to feel uncomfortable; he knows he is strong, he knows he has won many a battle...but he is the only one in the group that doesn't possess a trait. He shifts his body slightly, cocking back leg to try to look more relaxed (although he knows his muscles are tense under red coat).
The first to approach the ebony stag is the second roan in the group - except he is blue...and strikingly so. He speaks his name - Longclaw - and reveals his original home and the two powers he possessed...something about fire and the ability to change into a wolf. Rou blinks, then looks over to the flaxen residing on his other side. His eye, completely gone, claw marks reaching down across it.
A sigh emerges from the roan's lungs quietly, and after Longclaw has finished, he is next in line to speak. He lifts his head, and approaches his commander. "Diable Rouge," He states, matter-of-factly. "I possess no traits...and I do not have any relationships with other lands." The words feel rough along the back of his throat - could he really be the only worthless equine in this group? He sighs, and gives Dahmer an admission. "But I am willing to do anything to protect Tephra and the others who reside here. This is my home...and I'd die for it." His statement hangs in the air as he backs away from his commander, but it is all true. He did not have children now, he did not have a partner. All he had was Tephra, and he would protect it...no matter the cost.
Unwillingly - with much inner protest - but he had returned. Despite the death that ripped him at his core, despite the deepest scar on his body slashing straight across his heart, he returned - he had a job to do, a kingdom to protect and a king to serve. Tangerine and her children were there, Ellyse (although she could easily protect herself) was there, and if Kaiode was alive, he'd be there too...so, the red roan needed to come back home.
This is what he had wanted, right? To protect something, to love something again? Although the being wasn't living, the volcano he had grown so fond of was something he had vowed to defend, something he had promised his king he would do...so he would, no matter the memories it brought back.
Diable Rouge is silent among the small group, eyes passing between each of the faces around him; all he had seen, all he was aware of, but none formally met. Each possessing an ability, each strong beyond their appearances. Diable Rouge begins to feel uncomfortable; he knows he is strong, he knows he has won many a battle...but he is the only one in the group that doesn't possess a trait. He shifts his body slightly, cocking back leg to try to look more relaxed (although he knows his muscles are tense under red coat).
The first to approach the ebony stag is the second roan in the group - except he is blue...and strikingly so. He speaks his name - Longclaw - and reveals his original home and the two powers he possessed...something about fire and the ability to change into a wolf. Rou blinks, then looks over to the flaxen residing on his other side. His eye, completely gone, claw marks reaching down across it.
A sigh emerges from the roan's lungs quietly, and after Longclaw has finished, he is next in line to speak. He lifts his head, and approaches his commander. "Diable Rouge," He states, matter-of-factly. "I possess no traits...and I do not have any relationships with other lands." The words feel rough along the back of his throat - could he really be the only worthless equine in this group? He sighs, and gives Dahmer an admission. "But I am willing to do anything to protect Tephra and the others who reside here. This is my home...and I'd die for it." His statement hangs in the air as he backs away from his commander, but it is all true. He did not have children now, he did not have a partner. All he had was Tephra, and he would protect it...no matter the cost.
in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.