Jesper
03-21-2018, 08:10 AM
Jesper maintains his stand-down posture as Imperial berates him. He knew that words could not help here, but his curiosity always seemed to get the better of him. The raven male listens, despite the harsh tone cast at him. He hoped that Deiti was right; that her father could help. Alas, any hope for clarity on his family tree fades as the charcoal-and-silver brute rants on. In fact, Jesper found himself with more questions than answers. Who is Gryffen? What horrible things did he do to infuriate Imperial this much? Although, it did not seem to take much to rattle the larger stallion’s cage. Mandible parts from maxilla in a mouth-wide-open gape as next sentence rings in ears. Carnage did what to my mother? Perhaps, it was just his temper talking, but Imperial used the word, ‘probably’. As if, this was – maybe, is still – a common occurrence.
Poll lifts slightly as ebony equine attempts to get a grasp on where this tirade left off. He shakes cranium in disbelief before ceil blue gaze notes that the young lady now stood in front of him. He also notes that Imperial moved to take his leave. Anxiously, liquid pools shift between Deiti and Imperial. He certainly would not allow the other male to accuse him of encouraging her. Alas, the black female stood in confidence and, addresses her father with defiance. Lobes flicker briefly forwards as Deiti defends Sylva and, for all intents and purposes, defends him. Yes, how does Imperial know Carnage? What does he know of him?
Jesper permits a single breath of relief to escape flared nares. He would need to thank her later, but for now, obsidian steed makes an effort to return the favor that onyx dame just earned. Hindquarters push limbs forward as he draws alongside Deiti. Poll lifts and tufted lobes prick forwards as light blue gaze searches Imperial cautiously. His eyes are soft, and yet, his muscular sinew tenses with anticipation. Would he finally hear the answers he set out for? Or, would Imperial refuse to help in the slightest and, perhaps, retaliate?
@[Deiti] @[Imperial]
Poll lifts slightly as ebony equine attempts to get a grasp on where this tirade left off. He shakes cranium in disbelief before ceil blue gaze notes that the young lady now stood in front of him. He also notes that Imperial moved to take his leave. Anxiously, liquid pools shift between Deiti and Imperial. He certainly would not allow the other male to accuse him of encouraging her. Alas, the black female stood in confidence and, addresses her father with defiance. Lobes flicker briefly forwards as Deiti defends Sylva and, for all intents and purposes, defends him. Yes, how does Imperial know Carnage? What does he know of him?
Jesper permits a single breath of relief to escape flared nares. He would need to thank her later, but for now, obsidian steed makes an effort to return the favor that onyx dame just earned. Hindquarters push limbs forward as he draws alongside Deiti. Poll lifts and tufted lobes prick forwards as light blue gaze searches Imperial cautiously. His eyes are soft, and yet, his muscular sinew tenses with anticipation. Would he finally hear the answers he set out for? Or, would Imperial refuse to help in the slightest and, perhaps, retaliate?
@[Deiti] @[Imperial]