jackel
The sands of time trickle by, the shadows growing longer with every blink. I am left with little else to do but delve into my thoughts. Swirling wisps part and distort while I recede further into the walls of my hallowed prison. It's quite the cozy place once you get used to it and you never know exactly what you are going to happen upon as you traverse the well-worn paths. I've only just begun to settle in, when the ground lurches beneath me. Someone is coming near, and I stumble over my own thoughts. Haide sees the opportunity, and honestly I do little to fight her on this one; diplomacy is not something I am well ready to handle at the moment. Perhaps watching will do me well.
A clouded grey stallion approaches, his steps are proud and purposeful. The strained smile I wear fades to one much more relaxed, and the nervous ticking of my eye subsides as my muscles loosen. Drawing my golden head higher as his pace slows to stand nearby, dark eyes assessing him as he responds to her awaiting presence. "King Arthas," I say, dipping my head into a minute nod of acknowledgement, "I am Jackel, a Sylvan diplomat." Actually it's Jacquelina Marie Predatora Veldetta Hyena, but he doesn't need to know all that, an echoing impish voice giggles somewhere in my head. But I manage to ignore the minor distraction.
Proceeding as though I have no inner turmoil, "I've come to discover Loess for myself. I do not believe anyone other than my king or perhaps his sister has come to introduce themselves." And I just cannot help what I do next; some habits are just unbreakable, though the degree to which I do them differs greatly from their usual magnitude. Taking a step nearer, my demure smile swelling into one more brazen in nature, "And well, I was curious to see what your kingdom had to offer nowadays." I purposely don't specify what I want to know, leaving it open for interpretation, as my head tilts modestly to the side in lingering curiosity.
A clouded grey stallion approaches, his steps are proud and purposeful. The strained smile I wear fades to one much more relaxed, and the nervous ticking of my eye subsides as my muscles loosen. Drawing my golden head higher as his pace slows to stand nearby, dark eyes assessing him as he responds to her awaiting presence. "King Arthas," I say, dipping my head into a minute nod of acknowledgement, "I am Jackel, a Sylvan diplomat." Actually it's Jacquelina Marie Predatora Veldetta Hyena, but he doesn't need to know all that, an echoing impish voice giggles somewhere in my head. But I manage to ignore the minor distraction.
Proceeding as though I have no inner turmoil, "I've come to discover Loess for myself. I do not believe anyone other than my king or perhaps his sister has come to introduce themselves." And I just cannot help what I do next; some habits are just unbreakable, though the degree to which I do them differs greatly from their usual magnitude. Taking a step nearer, my demure smile swelling into one more brazen in nature, "And well, I was curious to see what your kingdom had to offer nowadays." I purposely don't specify what I want to know, leaving it open for interpretation, as my head tilts modestly to the side in lingering curiosity.
all this joy, I've got some to share
@[Arthas]