01-22-2020, 03:43 PM
His musing had been interrupted, and for that he was grateful. The one to do it was a stranger, softened around the edges by the weight of pregnancy. Water dripped from the damp-darkened carmine of his lips when the heaviness of his head rose at last to see her. Had Warlight looked so careworn when their son had grown inside her? He wished he knew.
"So do you." He stated after a moment, damaged voice rasping into the humid air. The stern cast of his features remained as he looked closer at the darkly cloaked mare. He did not know the ones who occupied this kingdom, had come here because it was where the bone-crowned woman had led him. New faces were commonplace, yet he had not spared much time to familiarize himself with them. It was a rookie mistake, not learning who belonged and who didn't.
A grimace of annoyance flickered across his face at the realization. He knew better. Too long he'd let himself forget anything beyond his own survival, his son's survival. Now he walked in kingdom land again, and there was so much else at stake. So he houghed a hoarse breath and nodded to her stiffly. "Name's Raul. Who're you?" He had never been a stallion of many words, even before the events of the Plague days.
He had not been a coward either. This was a little mare, and if she belonged here, she was due protection. She looked like she could use it, he thought briefly, barely making eye contact. A lifetime of looking over his shoulder had taught him the signs of the hunted. She had the air of it, even if she didn't think it showed.
@[Salomea]
"So do you." He stated after a moment, damaged voice rasping into the humid air. The stern cast of his features remained as he looked closer at the darkly cloaked mare. He did not know the ones who occupied this kingdom, had come here because it was where the bone-crowned woman had led him. New faces were commonplace, yet he had not spared much time to familiarize himself with them. It was a rookie mistake, not learning who belonged and who didn't.
A grimace of annoyance flickered across his face at the realization. He knew better. Too long he'd let himself forget anything beyond his own survival, his son's survival. Now he walked in kingdom land again, and there was so much else at stake. So he houghed a hoarse breath and nodded to her stiffly. "Name's Raul. Who're you?" He had never been a stallion of many words, even before the events of the Plague days.
He had not been a coward either. This was a little mare, and if she belonged here, she was due protection. She looked like she could use it, he thought briefly, barely making eye contact. A lifetime of looking over his shoulder had taught him the signs of the hunted. She had the air of it, even if she didn't think it showed.
@[Salomea]