05-29-2016, 08:23 PM
Deal? Qatar’s ears flicker back and forth once, as he turns to look to Alek, as he perches with style on the yearling’s ass.
Alek pauses in his grooming and fixes Q with a disappointing glance, but doesn’t answer his bonded’s question. Instead, he turns a black-tipped face to the mare and rattles off the usual answer. “Qatar is mute. Yael gave him the ability to talk to me, and I am his mouth - for better or worse - we’re together forever.” What he doesn’t say is that the boy has immortality, and so it will be a very, very long time (if at all) before they are separated. Not that they’ve ever tested the time and distance theory. Would they be able to separate at all? Or was it the type of the thing where they each grow nauseous and get migraines the farther they go? Luckily for the two of them, even with each other’s antics, they have’nt gotten sick of each other. Yet.
Only time would tell. Alek’s mouth quirks up in a very felinic smirk. “What, you’ve never seen a talking cat before?” Q’s ears fly back then, and he reaches back to snap at his partner. The cat is too quick, of course, but the message does not go unheard. Be nice to her, Qatar demands, and then turns back to the black mare as the massive shadow of his sire crosses over the trio. Ohhhh. Oh oh. Now Alek would behave. If there were three horses in Beqanna that the cat was well-behave before, it was Yael, Kratos, and Vanquish.
His sire lands, and Qatar takes a few steps towards him, bobbing his head to indicate that they are indeed, behaving themselves (if being a little bit sassy). He is stopped suddenly by a burst of red rock that shoots towards the sky before his very eyes. Alek is unseated when Q unexpectedly pulls up on his hand legs. He leaps off with a little chirp, and takes a seat a ways away from the horses, leaving the three to do their own thing. Once the pillars descend again, Q continues towards the two and reaches his nose out to nudge one of the soft, leathery wings that sprout from his sire’s shoulders. He’s still at the stage where he hates to admit that he needs his father’s admiration and favorable glance, but seeks it out all the same.
[i don't know what this is :/ ]
Alek pauses in his grooming and fixes Q with a disappointing glance, but doesn’t answer his bonded’s question. Instead, he turns a black-tipped face to the mare and rattles off the usual answer. “Qatar is mute. Yael gave him the ability to talk to me, and I am his mouth - for better or worse - we’re together forever.” What he doesn’t say is that the boy has immortality, and so it will be a very, very long time (if at all) before they are separated. Not that they’ve ever tested the time and distance theory. Would they be able to separate at all? Or was it the type of the thing where they each grow nauseous and get migraines the farther they go? Luckily for the two of them, even with each other’s antics, they have’nt gotten sick of each other. Yet.
Only time would tell. Alek’s mouth quirks up in a very felinic smirk. “What, you’ve never seen a talking cat before?” Q’s ears fly back then, and he reaches back to snap at his partner. The cat is too quick, of course, but the message does not go unheard. Be nice to her, Qatar demands, and then turns back to the black mare as the massive shadow of his sire crosses over the trio. Ohhhh. Oh oh. Now Alek would behave. If there were three horses in Beqanna that the cat was well-behave before, it was Yael, Kratos, and Vanquish.
His sire lands, and Qatar takes a few steps towards him, bobbing his head to indicate that they are indeed, behaving themselves (if being a little bit sassy). He is stopped suddenly by a burst of red rock that shoots towards the sky before his very eyes. Alek is unseated when Q unexpectedly pulls up on his hand legs. He leaps off with a little chirp, and takes a seat a ways away from the horses, leaving the three to do their own thing. Once the pillars descend again, Q continues towards the two and reaches his nose out to nudge one of the soft, leathery wings that sprout from his sire’s shoulders. He’s still at the stage where he hates to admit that he needs his father’s admiration and favorable glance, but seeks it out all the same.
[i don't know what this is :/ ]