04-30-2015, 02:46 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
Suddenly, without even so much as a nod of recognition, a mare arrives. She is a pretty mare, but Nihlus would be damned if he commented on it now. Instead, he snorts insultedly, turning his head so as to exclude the queen from his field of vision. The only horse he is here for is the one which had so grabbed his interest: the beautiful palomino. Throwing the rudeness of the Falls leader from his mind, Nihlus quirks his lips, eying up his new friend whilst he awaits an answer.
"The pleasure is certainly mine, Midas.” He purrs in a low voice, smiling provocatively. Listening attentively with both words, Nihlus notices the baritone notes in the golden man's voice, and appreciates them with another lift of his lips. "My home is in many places, but today I represent the Tundra. We are a kingdom of men, though women are allowed within our borders. We've a freshly coronated king - Errant, my magic great-uncle, that is.” The stallion's darkly lined lips part to speak further when yet another woman joins the group, though at least this one greets him.
Allowing her her part - very rushed, I might mention; she's been talking to him for 0.4 seconds and already she just knows that he's perfect for the dale - Nihlus watches Midas closely. That is, he watches the way the breeze plays with his creamy white mane, watches his deep chest expand and contract with each breath, watches those dark eyes flit about from recruiter to recruiter. Nihlus has always been very observant of beauty; it has just taken him this long to figure out which type of beauty is his favourite. Looking appreciatively upon Midas, he decides that it is this type of beauty which most appeals to him.
"While I wish to be as... trusting... as Elysteria, perhaps you'd first like to hear about each of our kingdoms in depth. Besides being a bachelor kingdom, the Tundra is a brotherhood. If you find yourself wishing to serve the Tundra as a loyalist, there is a cave amongst human ruins where you face your deepest fears. If you resurface, a scar is placed amongst your skin, and you become a Brother.” He smirks casually, leaning his weight to one side, like a senior crossing his arms and leaning against the wall just for you, my dear Midas. "As you might guess with those wandering eyes of yours, I'm no brother yet. It's a personal choice, but I still serve. You could too. With... me.”
"The pleasure is certainly mine, Midas.” He purrs in a low voice, smiling provocatively. Listening attentively with both words, Nihlus notices the baritone notes in the golden man's voice, and appreciates them with another lift of his lips. "My home is in many places, but today I represent the Tundra. We are a kingdom of men, though women are allowed within our borders. We've a freshly coronated king - Errant, my magic great-uncle, that is.” The stallion's darkly lined lips part to speak further when yet another woman joins the group, though at least this one greets him.
Allowing her her part - very rushed, I might mention; she's been talking to him for 0.4 seconds and already she just knows that he's perfect for the dale - Nihlus watches Midas closely. That is, he watches the way the breeze plays with his creamy white mane, watches his deep chest expand and contract with each breath, watches those dark eyes flit about from recruiter to recruiter. Nihlus has always been very observant of beauty; it has just taken him this long to figure out which type of beauty is his favourite. Looking appreciatively upon Midas, he decides that it is this type of beauty which most appeals to him.
"While I wish to be as... trusting... as Elysteria, perhaps you'd first like to hear about each of our kingdoms in depth. Besides being a bachelor kingdom, the Tundra is a brotherhood. If you find yourself wishing to serve the Tundra as a loyalist, there is a cave amongst human ruins where you face your deepest fears. If you resurface, a scar is placed amongst your skin, and you become a Brother.” He smirks casually, leaning his weight to one side, like a senior crossing his arms and leaning against the wall just for you, my dear Midas. "As you might guess with those wandering eyes of yours, I'm no brother yet. It's a personal choice, but I still serve. You could too. With... me.”
Nihlus
rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori
