04-29-2015, 04:37 PM
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
The night has become one of my close friends ever since my return to the Chamber. Though a gentleman through and through, some of the sinister ways of the Chamber have rubbed off on me. I prefer the moon to the sun, the pine forests to the chaos of the Jungle, the mist to the clarity. Of course, those other things still maintain a special place in my heart, but as of these days, my fancies have shifted.
This in particular is the reason why I canter to the field beneath the falling sun. And falling it is, gleaming against the gold of my buckskin coat. Its warmth is welcome, for my short Arabian fur does little in the ways of protection. Alas, I have always been a vain fellow, preferring looks over comfort. Maybe that’s why the war caste has never been to my fancy.
When my shapely hooves strike the field’s grasses, the silver moon has mounted the sky, claiming it as its own. Gazing at it for a moment through bright amber eyes, I admire its beauty. Away in the Chamber, it can be hard to spot amongst the dense pines. This is yet another reason I come now, and not during the day.
A boisterous call disturbs my little moment, though I’ve no objections. Smirking at the courage I hear in the feminine voice, I strike out towards it, tail and neck arching as I trot. Before long I am halted before the well-built black vixen who glows purple, my half-smile charismatic, if not a bit rascally. She has asked for it, after all. And though a gentleman, I am also a Chamberling – this can give for some very interesting dynamic in my life.
”Where I come from is not just ‘wherever,’ miss.” A soft breeze brushes my forelock from my amber gaze. ”It is called the Chamber.” Stepping closer roguishly, my smile grows into an incredibly rare grin, though it is one of slight malice. Rogue looks good on me; it feels good on me. ”And I am called Kavi, Govorner of the Chamber.” I speak this with my mouth so close to her own that I can smell her breath, but in the next moment, I am leaning back, my expression cooler, eyes glinting. ”What are you called, besides exotic?”