06-29-2021, 04:47 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 can sense Aela’s disappointment in him not “doing more” and he grows tired of her persistence and seeks to find peace among the remaining flowers of the meadow. He does not expect the scene that he finds before him. A dark scarred mare sprawled in blood and vomit, a strange creature that smells strongly of Sylva (one of Sabra’s creatures he thinks darkly), and a scaled stallion that seems to be manipulating the mare with some sort of ice magic. It is too interesting so he ambles a little closer, catching bits and pieces of the conversation and getting a better sense of the situation.
The downed mare’s legs are shattered and his nostrils wrinkle in disgust at the strong coppery scent that lingers in the air. It seems a predator had been interrupted from it’s prey but there is no blood on the feathered chest or paws and it seems that something else had caused this destruction. What could break a horses legs with such force he wonders and internally he recoils at the thought. He doesn’t want to know. The air is thick with magic as they both work their opposite opposing forces on the mare and he simply observes for a moment.
The mare becomes encased in a frosty barrier that keeps the Sylvian hippogriff from finishing whatever had been started but as Leilan speaks of having a “leg up” on the healing, it is his turn to chuckle. He comes up from where he had been watching, the red of his eyes glittering with the sudden opportunity he has found. “I’m not sure about that.” He looks down where the legs still remain mangled and snapped in odd places. So much damage that for a moment he’s unsure if his power is capable of such healing. There had been the mare close to death after childbirth which had taken much from him and perhaps this would not be as hard as that.
Frost crackles around the broken mare and he looks at her with little interest, an ends to a mean. “If she’s your friend then surely you want her healed properly.” His sly gaze catches the other mare, hoping that she will have enough sense to fall back from her killer instincts and see a bigger picture for the lands they call home. “Icicle legs are… amusing... but what happens when they melt in the summer?” He looks to Leilan with those glittering rubies, the pointed tips of his Fae ears curved towards him and that charming twisted grin on his dark lips. “I can heal her. Properly. For a price.”
The downed mare’s legs are shattered and his nostrils wrinkle in disgust at the strong coppery scent that lingers in the air. It seems a predator had been interrupted from it’s prey but there is no blood on the feathered chest or paws and it seems that something else had caused this destruction. What could break a horses legs with such force he wonders and internally he recoils at the thought. He doesn’t want to know. The air is thick with magic as they both work their opposite opposing forces on the mare and he simply observes for a moment.
The mare becomes encased in a frosty barrier that keeps the Sylvian hippogriff from finishing whatever had been started but as Leilan speaks of having a “leg up” on the healing, it is his turn to chuckle. He comes up from where he had been watching, the red of his eyes glittering with the sudden opportunity he has found. “I’m not sure about that.” He looks down where the legs still remain mangled and snapped in odd places. So much damage that for a moment he’s unsure if his power is capable of such healing. There had been the mare close to death after childbirth which had taken much from him and perhaps this would not be as hard as that.
Frost crackles around the broken mare and he looks at her with little interest, an ends to a mean. “If she’s your friend then surely you want her healed properly.” His sly gaze catches the other mare, hoping that she will have enough sense to fall back from her killer instincts and see a bigger picture for the lands they call home. “Icicle legs are… amusing... but what happens when they melt in the summer?” He looks to Leilan with those glittering rubies, the pointed tips of his Fae ears curved towards him and that charming twisted grin on his dark lips. “I can heal her. Properly. For a price.”
obscene
@Leilan plot twist, blame Aela
@Manikin
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