Help me out before I drown
Save me now before I give up
The darker tone of the golden stallion isn’t missed and Ledger is not offended although he is still concerned. How many times had his words been lined with sharp edges when he had been spit out of the Mountain again and again? As they regard each other, taking in the way the wisps of shadow follow the jungle cat as it weaves between his legs, he simply gives a shrug of a nod in understanding even as the acidic taste of magic lingers in his mouth. Even as the bear within him pokes between his ribs, recognizing that there is something in the air that is familiar, something to do with where it came from. He won’t push, he doesn’t know him enough to pry. However he is curious and so he continues to linger.
It’s the mare that manages to flare his temper. It flickers in the dark depths of his gold flecked eye, glinting molten for a moment as she snaps and shows her teeth. In response he slowly looks to her, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest and tickling the back of his throat. A growl that couldn’t possibly be made by a horse. As he does so, the brand across his flank seems to glow a little brighter. It’s a predators eye that looks at her and is gone as quickly as it comes. A warning, that he was also not what he seemed to be and a reminder that her outburst was far from necessary. He had been far from rude but that could change if needed.
Curved ears swivel back towards the male as he speaks. “You did enough” says the female and he cannot help but agree with her, nodding slightly again in consensus. Whatever had happened, whatever they had done, the sun was back and the monsters were at bay. For now. She speaks of the darkness and the sun but he is still inspecting the shadow creature that prowls around its master. Sabal, the snappy one, gives her name and he has no reason to not offer his own. “Ledger.” He rasps quietly again before finally giving into his curiosity. “Was that a gift?" Even as he asks he can feel his features darken slightly although his tone is calm and thoughtful, knowing too well what kind of gifts one could walk away with from the summit… Or beneath it. Despite the moment of friction between them, he glances at Sabal as well. “What did you have to do this time?” It’s hard for him to distinguish that sometimes bad things happened without a Dark God to pull the strings but if the Mountain and magic were involved he can’t help but assume the worse.
Ledger
@[Sabal] @[firion]