11-11-2018, 01:28 PM
The tide creeps higher as they talk, little waves that the horses standing on the sand might not yet notice. But the water tugs at Ivar's legs, pulls at his tangled tail, and beckons him back to the depths. The kelpie is not adept at the fine points of politics, these long discussions where a simple fight would have solved it in a moment.
@[Carwyn] tells @[Karat] that she will have to think over what the greying mare has proposed, claiming that she doesn't want her home in the hands of the wrong people. The kelpie scowls; he does not care what she wants.
He is still scowling when the roan mare turns to her, a question in her voice when she asks what she will have to do while serving as his consort. "Anything you'd like," he tells her, allowing the scowl to melt away into his charming smile. Even with no effort, Ivar is dazzling, and as he takes another step closer, he brushes her shoulder in greeting with his scaled muzzle.
"As long as you also keep me entertained," He adds before he pulls away, lacing an intangible command in with the words. "Perhaps give me a child or two." He adds, so quietly that only Carwyn will hear. It's a life of ease, he offers her, a continued existence on this tropical paradise that he now possesses in its entirety.
"No one is making any sort of a bargain. There are no terms that are up for debate, no more agreements to make." The kelpie grows weary of talk. His words are clipped and short, the tenor of his soothing voice barely enough to make them still alluring. "This is my island. You" - he looks at Kromium, pinning him with his golden gaze a scowl - "are leaving whether you want to or not. And you two," - his sharp eyes flick from Karat to Carwyn as the water creeps farther up his legs - "Can either accept my rule and whatever responsibilities I choose to give you, or you can leave with him."
Ivar would like to add two jewels to his collection - one silvered lavender and the other blue roan - but he is unwilling to risk losing this island for them. The claiming of this island should have been over the moment he declared his intent to rule, and yet the kelpie continues to be frustrated by discussion rather than action.
@[Carwyn] tells @[Karat] that she will have to think over what the greying mare has proposed, claiming that she doesn't want her home in the hands of the wrong people. The kelpie scowls; he does not care what she wants.
He is still scowling when the roan mare turns to her, a question in her voice when she asks what she will have to do while serving as his consort. "Anything you'd like," he tells her, allowing the scowl to melt away into his charming smile. Even with no effort, Ivar is dazzling, and as he takes another step closer, he brushes her shoulder in greeting with his scaled muzzle.
"As long as you also keep me entertained," He adds before he pulls away, lacing an intangible command in with the words. "Perhaps give me a child or two." He adds, so quietly that only Carwyn will hear. It's a life of ease, he offers her, a continued existence on this tropical paradise that he now possesses in its entirety.
"No one is making any sort of a bargain. There are no terms that are up for debate, no more agreements to make." The kelpie grows weary of talk. His words are clipped and short, the tenor of his soothing voice barely enough to make them still alluring. "This is my island. You" - he looks at Kromium, pinning him with his golden gaze a scowl - "are leaving whether you want to or not. And you two," - his sharp eyes flick from Karat to Carwyn as the water creeps farther up his legs - "Can either accept my rule and whatever responsibilities I choose to give you, or you can leave with him."
Ivar would like to add two jewels to his collection - one silvered lavender and the other blue roan - but he is unwilling to risk losing this island for them. The claiming of this island should have been over the moment he declared his intent to rule, and yet the kelpie continues to be frustrated by discussion rather than action.