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Fools on parade cavort and carry on -ANY - Tarvelie - 07-20-2017 Tarvelie -Alis volat propriis- RE: Fools on parade cavort and carry on -ANY - Lior - 07-21-2017 He can not recall the last time he ever set foot in the field. It had been ages but he had promised Nayl that he would be around more, do more for Nerine. This was a step in the right direction despite socialization not being one of his strongest points. A mare draped with dun and tan is easily separated by his silver eyes. She held a pair of crumpled wings against her spine. Lior's own leathery pair pinned closed as he preferred the feel of the solid ground under his hooves. The dragon man did not need to display anymore than the darkness of his skin and the mercury filled eyes to demonstrate his strength. The finely feathered feet move him to near the woman, eyeing her as his lips flatten, studying her as creases furrow his brow. He is working to remember how this should all go. "You...mare." The voice crawls like grinding rocks beneath the ocean floor. He stops as he knows she will acknowledge him unless she is deaf. Lior stands dark and tall like a thunderhead as the cool spring air attempts to lift the tangle of his mane. If she should decide to lash out, well he was not opposed to simply moving on. Nerine did not want for anything and would not suffer at loss of a potential member. Nayl had seen to that. "You are here clearly. You must be in need of a residence. Nerine could accommodate you." The heavy dark male does not offer his name for it is only a title and would be lost one day in the centuries to come. He can feel the seconds tick like granules in an hourglass. He is not comfortable away from the salt shores of his home but would live up to his word and attempt to offer solace to the lone soul. I want you to remember RE: Fools on parade cavort and carry on -ANY - Tarvelie - 07-21-2017 Tarvelie -She who is brave, is free- RE: Fools on parade cavort and carry on -ANY - Lior - 07-22-2017 Lior stands paitently waiting for ehr reply. She is a sorry looking creature, beaten down by the world's disappointment and failed heartfelt incantations. Lior is not a stranger to such things and so there is an essence of sympathy that lay deep inside the inky chest but he mourns for the childhood lost not the dun before him. The tall man rests with a look of placid solitude across his feature till he catches the tangle of world. "Nerine is led by Nayl and home to many horses. She built the land herself." Lior would always give the painted queen the credit she deserved. He shifts his weight, the large shoulders rolling as pewter eyes glance around him. The sound of newly birthed foals makes him think of his own children and wanting to return to Nerine after this conversation proved it's outcome. 'You are welcome to form your own opinions." He adds with a slight tip of his head with features remaining undisturbed. As the mare approaches Lior remains rooted. he did not care for the closeness of the approach but would allow it for the time being. The large male stiffens slightly, the muscle in his jaw tightening in response. I want you to remember RE: Fools on parade cavort and carry on -ANY - Tarvelie - 07-22-2017 Tarvelie -She who is brave, is free- |