10-31-2018, 01:34 AM
“I am not rude.” Tindalos protests under his breath, the stallion’s nostrils flaring as he snorted and swiveled an ear. Thought listening to Tithe he turned his attention to Anani and watched the man rising slowly to her feet. His eyes are strange, a brilliant red suggestive of albinism but lacking that physically, and he speaks in a way that is older and more accented: something from a different period of Beqanna’s life. “No- no one does. You are very right about that.” confirmation, but also truth, and so much so that he notes to step back at the suggestion of a thorn jamming into the thinner skin on his leg. Away, however, he has not stepped and he remains with Tithe wrapped around him.
Like a worried mother the shorter of them, tithe is quick to break away from his lover: to drift to Anani as he stands and to tentatively reach out to pluck away leaf, bramble, and other hitchhiking flora that decorates the other man’s face or neck. He does not seem to hesitate at all, if ever, when looking him over and observing the wounds and their newfound scarring. “Ah! So,” he states with a bit of a mother hen’s concern. “You have a bit of the magic in you, manifested. Interesting, see as I understand it not everyone does; but everyone does have it in a fashion. Yours must have taken shape in this healing, it means you must come from a bloodline that has roots here.” purposeful; but not malicious he coos and looks to Tindalos who is miring in some self-introspection.
“Tindalos comes from a nomad named Ilyena, and the former King of the Taiga and the Sylva regions… Gryffen. He has quite the history here in terms of his blood, and it goes the same for myself. My father is Shiv, the son of Carnage; but who isn’t related to him…” he sighs at the latter, dramatically for effect; but with a smile, as if to try humor. “We do not have manifested gifts, but, our children have some I believe… so never fear, we are more than familiar with the magic you possess.” affirming and clam he continues to fret and fidget, to look Anani over with the same maternal concern a child might have for a babe.
Unashamed and unbothered, Tindalos shifts his weight and remains- extending his neck to (if allowed) press the warm and velveteen soft nose against the other stallion’s forehead. “You could hurt us, anyone could; but you won’t. I have seen my share of malevolent and violent souls; but I don’t see it in you, I see someone who needs some food, water, rest, and a bit of care. You might not be a child, but, do not worry- all the same Tithe will continue to be a hen-mother for as long as he can. It’s his nature,” he chuckles, looking to his lover with a wink and Tithe in return sighs.
“You will absolutely be okay, but, let’s just work on making sure you are.” he quipped, Tindalos’ gaze softening.
@[Anani] bluh sorry about the time delay!
Like a worried mother the shorter of them, tithe is quick to break away from his lover: to drift to Anani as he stands and to tentatively reach out to pluck away leaf, bramble, and other hitchhiking flora that decorates the other man’s face or neck. He does not seem to hesitate at all, if ever, when looking him over and observing the wounds and their newfound scarring. “Ah! So,” he states with a bit of a mother hen’s concern. “You have a bit of the magic in you, manifested. Interesting, see as I understand it not everyone does; but everyone does have it in a fashion. Yours must have taken shape in this healing, it means you must come from a bloodline that has roots here.” purposeful; but not malicious he coos and looks to Tindalos who is miring in some self-introspection.
“Tindalos comes from a nomad named Ilyena, and the former King of the Taiga and the Sylva regions… Gryffen. He has quite the history here in terms of his blood, and it goes the same for myself. My father is Shiv, the son of Carnage; but who isn’t related to him…” he sighs at the latter, dramatically for effect; but with a smile, as if to try humor. “We do not have manifested gifts, but, our children have some I believe… so never fear, we are more than familiar with the magic you possess.” affirming and clam he continues to fret and fidget, to look Anani over with the same maternal concern a child might have for a babe.
Unashamed and unbothered, Tindalos shifts his weight and remains- extending his neck to (if allowed) press the warm and velveteen soft nose against the other stallion’s forehead. “You could hurt us, anyone could; but you won’t. I have seen my share of malevolent and violent souls; but I don’t see it in you, I see someone who needs some food, water, rest, and a bit of care. You might not be a child, but, do not worry- all the same Tithe will continue to be a hen-mother for as long as he can. It’s his nature,” he chuckles, looking to his lover with a wink and Tithe in return sighs.
“You will absolutely be okay, but, let’s just work on making sure you are.” he quipped, Tindalos’ gaze softening.
@[Anani] bluh sorry about the time delay!