11-02-2015, 11:18 PM
His body is a tale of contradictions in this time spent with the other stallion.
On one hand, he had the air of someone who was in complete control and completely relaxed: his back leg was cocked, his tail casually flicking at his sides, one ear perked toward his companion. On the other hand, there was something tense and ready about him. Perhaps it was in the hardness of the muscles under his scarred coat or the way that his gold-flecked eyes would casually flick toward the rest of the field in practiced motions. He was enjoying himself with the other, but that did not mean that he would be easily caught unaware anytime soon.
“We are growing,” is all he responds at first, lacerated lips pulling into a shadow of a smile. “Our King is named Mast, and he is a fair ruler. There are a handful of us in the army, although I have often found that people in the Gates tend to favor the diplomatic caste more often.” A husky laugh, “Perhaps that is why I am so eager to have another soldier in the ranks. We could use a strong body and strategic mind.” What he doesn’t say is that Magnus was not against having someone without light tendencies in the army.
He himself was not against darker tactics so long as the end justified the means.
It is then that the mare approaches the duo, and Magnus shifts to make his stance more open to the both of them. Her greeting perplexes him for a second (he certainly does not remember meeting her) but he brushes it off as the consequence of meeting a lot of souls and having a weak memory. His smile is warm and he nods his handsome head her way, gold-streaked forelock falling over his wide forehead. “The more the merrier, Keeva. I think I speak for both of us when I say that you are welcome to join.”
One corner of his lip jerked upward in the corner as he eyed Nymphetamine, before looking back to the mare. “Aye, I was indeed telling the colt about the kingdoms.” He emphasized the word ‘colt’ briefly, eyes flashing with humor before he noticed the other stallion’s irritation. Magnus said nothing to draw attention to it, instead glossing over it as he picked up the conversation again. “Where do you call home, Keeva?” Most who came to these areas were either looking for a home or people to join it, but he had the odd sensation that she was neither.
On one hand, he had the air of someone who was in complete control and completely relaxed: his back leg was cocked, his tail casually flicking at his sides, one ear perked toward his companion. On the other hand, there was something tense and ready about him. Perhaps it was in the hardness of the muscles under his scarred coat or the way that his gold-flecked eyes would casually flick toward the rest of the field in practiced motions. He was enjoying himself with the other, but that did not mean that he would be easily caught unaware anytime soon.
“We are growing,” is all he responds at first, lacerated lips pulling into a shadow of a smile. “Our King is named Mast, and he is a fair ruler. There are a handful of us in the army, although I have often found that people in the Gates tend to favor the diplomatic caste more often.” A husky laugh, “Perhaps that is why I am so eager to have another soldier in the ranks. We could use a strong body and strategic mind.” What he doesn’t say is that Magnus was not against having someone without light tendencies in the army.
He himself was not against darker tactics so long as the end justified the means.
It is then that the mare approaches the duo, and Magnus shifts to make his stance more open to the both of them. Her greeting perplexes him for a second (he certainly does not remember meeting her) but he brushes it off as the consequence of meeting a lot of souls and having a weak memory. His smile is warm and he nods his handsome head her way, gold-streaked forelock falling over his wide forehead. “The more the merrier, Keeva. I think I speak for both of us when I say that you are welcome to join.”
One corner of his lip jerked upward in the corner as he eyed Nymphetamine, before looking back to the mare. “Aye, I was indeed telling the colt about the kingdoms.” He emphasized the word ‘colt’ briefly, eyes flashing with humor before he noticed the other stallion’s irritation. Magnus said nothing to draw attention to it, instead glossing over it as he picked up the conversation again. “Where do you call home, Keeva?” Most who came to these areas were either looking for a home or people to join it, but he had the odd sensation that she was neither.
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