03-20-2017, 05:13 PM
Kirin
that girl is a real crowd pleaser
They were a funny little bunch, a ragtag team but he could (in a sense) appreciate that. Perhaps some even thought that of the Covelings, a motley crew as they once were. Even back then he had assembled them from the reaches of Beqanna, plucking them from their day to day lives and introducing them to a new one. A better one.
Was that not a service, was that not a gift? What was this life if they spent it, wasting away in the monotony of harmony? Not having what they desired, when they desired it?
If he could manage to bend the girl then the other two would be his by default. Briefly he paused, running scenarios through his mind because while some might think his actions were not thought out, or done by crude means, there was always a rhyme or reason to them. Things had a way of falling into place and usually he need just nudge them in the proper direction. It would not be too hard, ever practiced in the arts of charm, he had a way of getting what he wanted- in the end.
She will make this easy, he observed, the golden haired girl pressing towards him.
There was an air of enticement she sent with her words, her pose, a smug smile found its way woven on his pastel velvet muzzle. He was amused, simply put, she wanted to play indeed. “How forgetful my daughter is,” he began, a small chuckle following. “My name is Kirin, we’ve a mutual acquaintance, Potion she is called.” His words were even as she circled him, taking in his scent and curling about like a kitten.
“She does good work my girl, tell me, can you three do the same? I’ve a need of workers, those with passion and drive.” Slowly his wings lowered, the left reaching to trail her spine with a single lavender plume, she could dare come closer now. “Do you know one thing better than power my dear child?” The question was laced with husk, a venomous hiss lacing the end, dear child, if she were not careful she would receive more than bargained for. The boys might try to intervene but a little rough housing never stopped him before, even still they might become part of the roll.
Tsk, tsk.
Was that not a service, was that not a gift? What was this life if they spent it, wasting away in the monotony of harmony? Not having what they desired, when they desired it?
If he could manage to bend the girl then the other two would be his by default. Briefly he paused, running scenarios through his mind because while some might think his actions were not thought out, or done by crude means, there was always a rhyme or reason to them. Things had a way of falling into place and usually he need just nudge them in the proper direction. It would not be too hard, ever practiced in the arts of charm, he had a way of getting what he wanted- in the end.
She will make this easy, he observed, the golden haired girl pressing towards him.
There was an air of enticement she sent with her words, her pose, a smug smile found its way woven on his pastel velvet muzzle. He was amused, simply put, she wanted to play indeed. “How forgetful my daughter is,” he began, a small chuckle following. “My name is Kirin, we’ve a mutual acquaintance, Potion she is called.” His words were even as she circled him, taking in his scent and curling about like a kitten.
“She does good work my girl, tell me, can you three do the same? I’ve a need of workers, those with passion and drive.” Slowly his wings lowered, the left reaching to trail her spine with a single lavender plume, she could dare come closer now. “Do you know one thing better than power my dear child?” The question was laced with husk, a venomous hiss lacing the end, dear child, if she were not careful she would receive more than bargained for. The boys might try to intervene but a little rough housing never stopped him before, even still they might become part of the roll.
Tsk, tsk.
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