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Posted on February 19, 2012 at 04:06:11 PM by encantador
 It is not difficult for Encantador to catch the swarming hive of scents and voices and colors almost as soon as they arrive. The desert is normally so still, so quiet; the usual noises are only the crashing of the waves in the distance, the scents comprised mainly of dust and sweat, and the colors are little but beige: beige everywhere, as far as the eye can see. Encantador takes his time in approaching the small gathering, however. This will be the first occasion he has met three quarters of the individuals making up this group, and he does not mean for their first impression to be of a foolish youth in a hurry. As he grows closer, however, his chipped hooves scuffing the ground and sending pebbles scattering across the baked earth, he can see that he is by no means the youngest one here. The colt is an obvious prospect, of course; the one his eyes are drawn to is the mare, her coat pale and creamy, not unlike his own but lacking his sooty points. She is younger even than him. Razvan seems to have a taste for the young'uns, he muses to himself with a secretive smile, thinking back to his encounter with the equally young and fiery Alexa. He might feel old and wise by comparison were it not for the slightly more mature Debonaire and Razvan. It is the buckskin he eyes as he makes the final few strides to the group. His expression is blank, though not unfriendly; he is merely sizing the stallion up, collecting bits and pieces to make a whole first impression, trying to deduce if the male means good or ill. He is quickly distracted, however, by the almost tangible electricity in the air. The palomino mare is practically radiating with anger, which is perhaps to be expected considering the circumstances, and Razvan seems similarly emotionally disheveled. It is to him, his gamma, that Encantador offers a greeting first, dipping his head and allowing his eyes to roam over the blue roan's body, silently appraising the state of his health. Thankfully, he looks no worse than when Encantador had seen him before. "Hello, everyone. Razvan," he says, a soft smile touching his lips. "It is good to see you here in one piece. How are you?" Pausing a moment to allow his subordinate time for a reaction, he turns his brown eyes to the other two adults in the group. His manner is calm and collected; he almost foolishly hopes that his zen-like countenance might soothe the frayed nerves of his companions. "Debonaire, pleased to meet you finally. And Sahara, I presume. A pleasure. And who's this little one?" He lowers his head a little and grins at the colt, who is obviously tired and uncomfortable with the goings-on. Poor lad, he thinks. html, text, and character by shiva |
Replies:
- The Fastest Girl On Four Legs - By Sahara February 20, 2012 at 07:15:50 AM
- it’s not the destination so much as the journey - By DEBONAIRE February 20, 2012 at 11:27:01 AM
- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan February 20, 2012 at 09:22:12 PM
- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 26, 2012 at 09:16:56 PM
- x - By Shiva March 2, 2012 at 01:59:20 PM
- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 26, 2012 at 09:16:56 PM
- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan February 20, 2012 at 09:22:12 PM
- it’s not the destination so much as the journey - By DEBONAIRE February 20, 2012 at 11:27:01 AM
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