07-06-2019, 11:32 AM
Dario
It was not long before the young stag was joined by another, just as Dario was unfolding the story in his hide. The reason for the burnt ground, a war most certainly, but a war for what? He wonders but it was too late to come up with his own story.
He turned to gaze at the stag who approached him, he was tall compared to the short Dario, and he had horns that peaked out both sides of his head. Though Dario did not fear him, his traits were not obvious, but hidden to reveal when he feels like it.
The names Dario, once prince, he thinks to himself. I lived in Ischia as a child, when it was the kingdom. I have simply returned home. He cautiously gazes at the stallion, but his lack of arrogance leads him to believe he is not the current ruler. And who are you? He cocks his eye in wonder.
Don't Lose Your Fire
@[Jakub]