06-12-2021, 01:47 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
It would be a fascinating thing if the dappled man ripped out his chest and lobbed a heart at him and if he could read his thoughts he might encourage such behavior. Alas he can not, so he also misses the thread of thought that soothes Wherewolf. The one where he tells himself he would absolutely not try his hardest in this new role Obscene had placed him in. But if he had, he would have agreed. He doesn’t want him to try at all to be something he is not. That would ruin the prank you see. “Ridiculous?" He says with that smug grin. “Well yes, of course. I have faith in you regardless.” Faith in what, exactly, is a matter of interpretation.
What has become more interesting is that visceral reaction when he brings up Aela, the stiff smile and tension that blossoms beneath the sooty buckskin’s flesh. “She started it.” He says, the mature reaction he has come to expect from the man but he nods in understanding. Because she does have a way of starting things, placing little hints and subtle suggestions and knowing just exactly how to get under one’s skin. For him it was a more pleasurable experience, for Wherewolf not so much.
Wherewolf mentions watching his back and he says nothing for a moment, his red gaze lingering on the flowers as if he is inspecting them and not rummaging through his own thoughts about Aela. A corner of his lip tugs upward in a smirk at the jab against her name. She could be slippery, remembering the supple sunlight of her flesh and the kisses she had planted along the thick chorded muscle in his neck that fell like waterfalls across the glittering gold of his skin. “I’m aware.” Is all he finally says, acknowledging that he has heard the man. He had already known of course, that he was playing a dangerous game when it came to her. He had known and decided that he didn’t care. Aela was the type of mare he deserved and the fire in her ambition spoke to some sort of fire in him. A steady burn that could destroy him completely.
He breaks his thoughts on the striped woman as he looks back at Wherewolf. What did he need from him now? “See if any territories are interested in getting to know.. us. And try to find out anything useful along the way” He says with a shrug, his gaze now scanning the open field of wildflowers. Usually a diplomat was a line of communication to open up a pathway to diplomacy between different courts. Being that this was Wherewolf… it would be interesting to see what kind of "pathways" he ended up opening. “Anywhere in particular you ever wanted to go?” He has an agenda to find Crowns of course, the boy from the party that had stood out in his mind. He also wants to send Wherewolf to Sabra and let her know of his ascension. She would be pleased, he thinks, and he would rather keep someone like her on his good side. However let it be the pegasus choice first, let him pick where he wants to go and simply let the dominoes fall where they may.
What has become more interesting is that visceral reaction when he brings up Aela, the stiff smile and tension that blossoms beneath the sooty buckskin’s flesh. “She started it.” He says, the mature reaction he has come to expect from the man but he nods in understanding. Because she does have a way of starting things, placing little hints and subtle suggestions and knowing just exactly how to get under one’s skin. For him it was a more pleasurable experience, for Wherewolf not so much.
Wherewolf mentions watching his back and he says nothing for a moment, his red gaze lingering on the flowers as if he is inspecting them and not rummaging through his own thoughts about Aela. A corner of his lip tugs upward in a smirk at the jab against her name. She could be slippery, remembering the supple sunlight of her flesh and the kisses she had planted along the thick chorded muscle in his neck that fell like waterfalls across the glittering gold of his skin. “I’m aware.” Is all he finally says, acknowledging that he has heard the man. He had already known of course, that he was playing a dangerous game when it came to her. He had known and decided that he didn’t care. Aela was the type of mare he deserved and the fire in her ambition spoke to some sort of fire in him. A steady burn that could destroy him completely.
He breaks his thoughts on the striped woman as he looks back at Wherewolf. What did he need from him now? “See if any territories are interested in getting to know.. us. And try to find out anything useful along the way” He says with a shrug, his gaze now scanning the open field of wildflowers. Usually a diplomat was a line of communication to open up a pathway to diplomacy between different courts. Being that this was Wherewolf… it would be interesting to see what kind of "pathways" he ended up opening. “Anywhere in particular you ever wanted to go?” He has an agenda to find Crowns of course, the boy from the party that had stood out in his mind. He also wants to send Wherewolf to Sabra and let her know of his ascension. She would be pleased, he thinks, and he would rather keep someone like her on his good side. However let it be the pegasus choice first, let him pick where he wants to go and simply let the dominoes fall where they may.
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@[Wherewolf]
Hey it worked well for me so <3
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