11-19-2018, 09:47 AM
His breath is drawn between sharp teeth with a surprised hiss, but his flinch away from Deiti's grasping teeth isn't strong enough that he loses his footing on the sandy soil. Ivar stamps one hind foot irritably, but he doesn't glance away from the retreating stallion.
The kelpie is not certain what has happened, and rather than respond to the alluring way the kelpie mare is pressed beside him, he attempts to puzzle it out. Not at all characteristic of the animalistic creature, the only explanation the scaled king can come up with is that Lochwood has done something.
Something not so different from what Ivar does, if the hazy confusion in Deiti's eyes is anything to judge by. Lochwood might not look like a kelpie, but Ivar suspects that there is more to the younger stallion than meets the eye. Perhaps Ivar should try out Chryseis theory and see if biting his brother might bring out the kelpie inside.
The thought is tempting, but not as much as the scaled black mare pressed against him. If Lothbrok doesn't intend to take his turn with her, Ivar won't waste the opportunity. There are few enough women of his own kind, the kelpie knows better than to waste them on unappreciative land-dwellers.
Realizing that he is still staring at his sibling's departing back, Ivar shakes his blue head. "You should go find the waterfall," He adds, just loud enough that Lochwood might hear him over the sound of rustling foliage. He might have no idea what type of stallion his brother was, but Ivar cannot imagine any sort of creature not enjoying the falling water at the heart of the island.
Then, he glances down at Deiti, only now lowering his muzzle to press at the area she'd bitten. There was no blood drawn, but there is a faint sting along his side, and he prods it gently until that has faded. "I've heard a kelpie has been biting horses and giving them scales," He says, eyebrows raised as though this topic of conversation is only slightly more than mundane.
"That kelpie wouldn't happen to be you, would it? I like to keep track of those I've bitten, make sure they don't go telling tales to any listening ear." He sounds only curious, and he is grateful she's not done anymore than give some stallion scales. She might have done better, might have turned him kelpie, but he can't expect them all to have his gift. Or his ability to operate in secrecy, it seems.
@[Lochwood]
@[Deiti]
The kelpie is not certain what has happened, and rather than respond to the alluring way the kelpie mare is pressed beside him, he attempts to puzzle it out. Not at all characteristic of the animalistic creature, the only explanation the scaled king can come up with is that Lochwood has done something.
Something not so different from what Ivar does, if the hazy confusion in Deiti's eyes is anything to judge by. Lochwood might not look like a kelpie, but Ivar suspects that there is more to the younger stallion than meets the eye. Perhaps Ivar should try out Chryseis theory and see if biting his brother might bring out the kelpie inside.
The thought is tempting, but not as much as the scaled black mare pressed against him. If Lothbrok doesn't intend to take his turn with her, Ivar won't waste the opportunity. There are few enough women of his own kind, the kelpie knows better than to waste them on unappreciative land-dwellers.
Realizing that he is still staring at his sibling's departing back, Ivar shakes his blue head. "You should go find the waterfall," He adds, just loud enough that Lochwood might hear him over the sound of rustling foliage. He might have no idea what type of stallion his brother was, but Ivar cannot imagine any sort of creature not enjoying the falling water at the heart of the island.
Then, he glances down at Deiti, only now lowering his muzzle to press at the area she'd bitten. There was no blood drawn, but there is a faint sting along his side, and he prods it gently until that has faded. "I've heard a kelpie has been biting horses and giving them scales," He says, eyebrows raised as though this topic of conversation is only slightly more than mundane.
"That kelpie wouldn't happen to be you, would it? I like to keep track of those I've bitten, make sure they don't go telling tales to any listening ear." He sounds only curious, and he is grateful she's not done anymore than give some stallion scales. She might have done better, might have turned him kelpie, but he can't expect them all to have his gift. Or his ability to operate in secrecy, it seems.
@[Lochwood]
@[Deiti]