04-19-2015, 05:34 PM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
He comes quietly, a small dark brown hare on the outskirts of the meeting. His large floppy ears hear all, his nose twitching from time to time, though he stays quiet for the most part. It is only when each of the men have shoved their opinions in as ungracefully as slugs that the colt squeezes his eyes shut and sets his nerves afire. Then, and only then, does the Nihlus they know add to the chaos with his own views.
"It is grandmother Scorch’s doing, though you’ll be lucky if she holds him there just long enough for the crown to be lifted from his insolent head.” A wry smirk colours his inky lips, for he knows what he speaks his true. On the contrary, he has a small headache and can’t seem to recall any of the words spoken by Scorch, but he knows that he’s definitely met her somewhere. The pains of time-altering magic, you know.
"Concerning Simeon – Uncle Simeon, that is – I don’t think we ought to discard him outright. Scorch would just be pissed, and we’d lose the most powerful alliance there is to have. That being said, I don’t want you fucking shit up as king, either.” The small colt scuffs the snow-strewn earth with his bark-lined foreleg. "Maybe he could just stay here and earn ranks as best as any of us can. That would secure the alliance without the men of the Tundra jostling their testosterone about uselessly.”
His faintly glowing blue eyes leave the group to settle on Errant specifically. "That being said, I support you totally as king, great uncle Errant. And also, I don’t want to be in either caste but I’ll still work for the Tundra, in case you haven’t noticed.” He’s referencing how he successfully blocked Errant and Kratos from getting stolen, but he’s sure his great-uncle would know this. Just certain.
"It is grandmother Scorch’s doing, though you’ll be lucky if she holds him there just long enough for the crown to be lifted from his insolent head.” A wry smirk colours his inky lips, for he knows what he speaks his true. On the contrary, he has a small headache and can’t seem to recall any of the words spoken by Scorch, but he knows that he’s definitely met her somewhere. The pains of time-altering magic, you know.
"Concerning Simeon – Uncle Simeon, that is – I don’t think we ought to discard him outright. Scorch would just be pissed, and we’d lose the most powerful alliance there is to have. That being said, I don’t want you fucking shit up as king, either.” The small colt scuffs the snow-strewn earth with his bark-lined foreleg. "Maybe he could just stay here and earn ranks as best as any of us can. That would secure the alliance without the men of the Tundra jostling their testosterone about uselessly.”
His faintly glowing blue eyes leave the group to settle on Errant specifically. "That being said, I support you totally as king, great uncle Errant. And also, I don’t want to be in either caste but I’ll still work for the Tundra, in case you haven’t noticed.” He’s referencing how he successfully blocked Errant and Kratos from getting stolen, but he’s sure his great-uncle would know this. Just certain.
Nihlus
rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori
