08-04-2018, 04:12 PM
Leilan
Your beauty is beyond compare -
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
The roan stallion frequents the mainland about as often as his homeland, Ischia, these days. Not that he doesn’t like the place; but he knows that his mind will definitely be going places he doesn’t want to visit, as soon as he sits still for longer than a single day. Besides, there’s just not many ladies living in Ischia nowadays, and the ones that do aren’t free game as far as he is concerned. Or well, game - but you get the gist.
It’s why the beach of all places in Ischia, is where the gold-rimmed hybrid can be found, because he awaits the lower tide or, if he’s fed up with waiting and needs to go out, swims the distance regardless of the current.
But today someone is enjoying the sun, and when his stocky, dripping frame scrambled onto the sand, since today’s venture was fruitless in terms of meeting new horses, he can’t help but catch the man’s words to himself. He snorts, chuckling. ”I can see that it is, brother. You’re gaining weight.” he points out with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He’s quite sure he’s seen the other stallion’s face about before, or at least caught his scent, though they never met officially. And even if he hadn’t caught his scent before, the scaled stallion’s words made his tie to the island pretty clear.
It’s why the beach of all places in Ischia, is where the gold-rimmed hybrid can be found, because he awaits the lower tide or, if he’s fed up with waiting and needs to go out, swims the distance regardless of the current.
But today someone is enjoying the sun, and when his stocky, dripping frame scrambled onto the sand, since today’s venture was fruitless in terms of meeting new horses, he can’t help but catch the man’s words to himself. He snorts, chuckling. ”I can see that it is, brother. You’re gaining weight.” he points out with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He’s quite sure he’s seen the other stallion’s face about before, or at least caught his scent, though they never met officially. And even if he hadn’t caught his scent before, the scaled stallion’s words made his tie to the island pretty clear.
"dear crow, your voice is right enough;
but where are your wits?"
but where are your wits?"
there's something here that doesn't make sense
let's go and poke it with a stick
let's go and poke it with a stick
@[Viserion]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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