06-06-2021, 02:57 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
He is as smooth as the stones in the river, not a flicker of worry or uncertainty mar the features of his expression. His insides are a different story, twisting slightly as Ledger, Cheri, and Aela fall into step together behind them. It’s hard to ignore Cheri even when she is out of sight, her presence annoyingly prickling as if he can feel those jaded eyes glaring right through his back. Aela’s voice (shy and cunning) catches behind him and he almost snorts with laughter. The thought of the golden mare being timid of anything is hilarious. His confidence returns with this thought, remembering that she is also behind him and it soothes the writhing serpentine feeling that coils deep within his core.
The painted golden marks that streak across the defined ridges of his handsome face sparkle as they catch in the glow of the rising sun as he turns his neck to better look at Oceane as they walk together. “Tarian.” He amends agreeably, having no reason not to. “He did not leave his name.” A wiry grin given as he remembers the ruffled feathers of the older stallion who had seemed none too pleased to find Obscene amongst the flowers. Oceane is the exact opposite, being nothing but pleasant so far and he has enough sense to know that they are both carefully feeling each other out. His elfin ears swivel towards her as his red eyes glance over the canyons that tower over them, his expression still even and calm. “So far the crown is easy to wear but that’s to be expected when the land is quiet. I’m prepared for what is to come when that changes.” He responds matter of factly, his crimson eyes directly meeting her amber ones.
Offspring had stepped down from his rule of Tephra a mere month before he had been born but he remembered the consequences that lingered long after his abdication. Even when the burden had been removed, there had always still been a slight sag to his shoulders. As if an invisible weight had been lifted but the damage had been done, no matter how hard his mother had tried her best to help him. Both of his parents had known the burden of ruling and both had shared those stories of success and failure with him in those few months before they had started to withdraw and then simply disappeared.. leaving him behind and alone.
“It seems fitting to have a Fae amongst the flowers. It’s not as empty as it use to be either.” He finally finishes with a slight shrug of a rolled shoulder. There was only a handful of them. Aela and Wherewolf that had accepted a place in his trickster court. Revelrie, a ghost of a mare that sometimes watched storms with him. His Wisp companion if that counted. A few others called the place home that had avoided him but he didn’t really mind. They accepted him as leader and it was enough. If they wished to live quietly amongst the open fields of flowers then he would leave them be. It was not something he would openly admit but the few beings that called the Pampas home were the closest thing he had to family in a long time. All of them were under his protection (even Steve). Regardless if they liked him or not and regardless of how unpleasant he could be, how drunk or blitzed he constantly was, or the pranks and trouble that his Inner Court might stir… He had accepted that role willingly and would act accordingly. Offspring had imprinted that much on his youngest son.
He is aware of the conversation that continues behind them but it is nothing that still requires his attention so he keeps it on the Loessian Queen. “Tarian” he stresses the name with a small roguish smile, “seemed concerned about the Pampas being less quiet. I wonder if you feel the same way?”
The painted golden marks that streak across the defined ridges of his handsome face sparkle as they catch in the glow of the rising sun as he turns his neck to better look at Oceane as they walk together. “Tarian.” He amends agreeably, having no reason not to. “He did not leave his name.” A wiry grin given as he remembers the ruffled feathers of the older stallion who had seemed none too pleased to find Obscene amongst the flowers. Oceane is the exact opposite, being nothing but pleasant so far and he has enough sense to know that they are both carefully feeling each other out. His elfin ears swivel towards her as his red eyes glance over the canyons that tower over them, his expression still even and calm. “So far the crown is easy to wear but that’s to be expected when the land is quiet. I’m prepared for what is to come when that changes.” He responds matter of factly, his crimson eyes directly meeting her amber ones.
Offspring had stepped down from his rule of Tephra a mere month before he had been born but he remembered the consequences that lingered long after his abdication. Even when the burden had been removed, there had always still been a slight sag to his shoulders. As if an invisible weight had been lifted but the damage had been done, no matter how hard his mother had tried her best to help him. Both of his parents had known the burden of ruling and both had shared those stories of success and failure with him in those few months before they had started to withdraw and then simply disappeared.. leaving him behind and alone.
“It seems fitting to have a Fae amongst the flowers. It’s not as empty as it use to be either.” He finally finishes with a slight shrug of a rolled shoulder. There was only a handful of them. Aela and Wherewolf that had accepted a place in his trickster court. Revelrie, a ghost of a mare that sometimes watched storms with him. His Wisp companion if that counted. A few others called the place home that had avoided him but he didn’t really mind. They accepted him as leader and it was enough. If they wished to live quietly amongst the open fields of flowers then he would leave them be. It was not something he would openly admit but the few beings that called the Pampas home were the closest thing he had to family in a long time. All of them were under his protection (even Steve). Regardless if they liked him or not and regardless of how unpleasant he could be, how drunk or blitzed he constantly was, or the pranks and trouble that his Inner Court might stir… He had accepted that role willingly and would act accordingly. Offspring had imprinted that much on his youngest son.
He is aware of the conversation that continues behind them but it is nothing that still requires his attention so he keeps it on the Loessian Queen. “Tarian” he stresses the name with a small roguish smile, “seemed concerned about the Pampas being less quiet. I wonder if you feel the same way?”
obscene
@[Oceane]
@[Aela]
@[Cheri]
Look I did it!
