09-03-2016, 05:35 PM
Akkadian
"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
Her words cut him as she stomped away from his side, his protection. If it weren't so important she stay with him, he'd chuckle at her defiance. She had always been so wild and willful as a child. It was refreshing to see that returning, rinsing away some of the fright he'd seen in her before from washing ashore and losing her memory.
But this was no time for haughty princess behavior. His ears pulled back as she reclaimed her place at Magnus's side and pointedly attached herself to his coat. Black eyes lit with fire as she promised to repay him. For what? His seduction? She was Princess, she owed him nothing!
But damnit all, he could never tell her.
Akkadian slammed his eyes shut, seeing only one way passed this massacre of his heart. He steeled himself. The high road was never easy. Now she was the one defying their culture; the culture she had forgotten. With her choice she unknowingly relieved the stallion Magnus of any fault. He realized his own actions had pushed her to this, but he was not sorry; it was a part of him and his duties. As princess, he could not challenge her wishes, whether she knew it or not.
Defeated, he opened his dull eyes and listened to Magnus explain the political fall-out within the Gates. He solemnly nodded his acknowledgment without comment.
It grated painfully on him that he failed in protecting Jord at his side, but he could not control her own actions. He would simply have to trust in Magnus to guard her well, though he knew it would never be as fervently as he himself would. Magnus could not feel the powerful bond between them enough to do this for her, someone he barely knew.
Fury blazed to life within his eyes as Magnus advanced on her person once again, nuzzling her neck gently as if they were mated. But he clamped his mouth shut and held silent. Following her wishes. Like a well-trained bodyguard. A good little akkadian.
Good little guardian.
His name rippled through the air then, carried on a voice of lilting harmony. She had found him. Black eyes turned to her, something else entirely glittering within their depths.
Josie, he uttered under his breath.
He quickly scanned her for injuries, and was relieved to see she had faired better than Jord's path down the mountain. A small smile curled one corner of his mouth, though he was not at all sure why.
His eyes flashed again as Magnus greeted her, but he did not turn to the stallion.
Our conversation was cut short when last we met he said carefully with a deep respectful bow. The poised and harsh protector he often showed slid away for her. He had dismissed her, ignored her, that time he first met her in the field. But she had come out of that treatment unscathed, and he admired her strength and self-confidence. She didn't need anyone's approval to be herself.
He couldn't help his cold nature when he was shifted into his guardian state of mind; it was drilled into him at a young age. Nothing was of import to him then unless it was threatening to their health. One day, someone may understand that part of him. The sharpened and perfected weapon.
It is good to see you are in good health.
But this was no time for haughty princess behavior. His ears pulled back as she reclaimed her place at Magnus's side and pointedly attached herself to his coat. Black eyes lit with fire as she promised to repay him. For what? His seduction? She was Princess, she owed him nothing!
But damnit all, he could never tell her.
Akkadian slammed his eyes shut, seeing only one way passed this massacre of his heart. He steeled himself. The high road was never easy. Now she was the one defying their culture; the culture she had forgotten. With her choice she unknowingly relieved the stallion Magnus of any fault. He realized his own actions had pushed her to this, but he was not sorry; it was a part of him and his duties. As princess, he could not challenge her wishes, whether she knew it or not.
Defeated, he opened his dull eyes and listened to Magnus explain the political fall-out within the Gates. He solemnly nodded his acknowledgment without comment.
It grated painfully on him that he failed in protecting Jord at his side, but he could not control her own actions. He would simply have to trust in Magnus to guard her well, though he knew it would never be as fervently as he himself would. Magnus could not feel the powerful bond between them enough to do this for her, someone he barely knew.
Fury blazed to life within his eyes as Magnus advanced on her person once again, nuzzling her neck gently as if they were mated. But he clamped his mouth shut and held silent. Following her wishes. Like a well-trained bodyguard. A good little akkadian.
Good little guardian.
His name rippled through the air then, carried on a voice of lilting harmony. She had found him. Black eyes turned to her, something else entirely glittering within their depths.
Josie, he uttered under his breath.
He quickly scanned her for injuries, and was relieved to see she had faired better than Jord's path down the mountain. A small smile curled one corner of his mouth, though he was not at all sure why.
His eyes flashed again as Magnus greeted her, but he did not turn to the stallion.
Our conversation was cut short when last we met he said carefully with a deep respectful bow. The poised and harsh protector he often showed slid away for her. He had dismissed her, ignored her, that time he first met her in the field. But she had come out of that treatment unscathed, and he admired her strength and self-confidence. She didn't need anyone's approval to be herself.
He couldn't help his cold nature when he was shifted into his guardian state of mind; it was drilled into him at a young age. Nothing was of import to him then unless it was threatening to their health. One day, someone may understand that part of him. The sharpened and perfected weapon.
It is good to see you are in good health.