Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
The Herd Name, Name, Name | The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name | |
Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
The Rules
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Posted on March 21, 2012 at 01:27:22 AM by DEBONAIRE
The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can’t do. Well then. It would seem that he had become famous - or perhaps infamous was the more befitting term - in the Desert. His gaze had narrowed, seeking to dispel the shimmering disfigurements of air caused by the sun's tampering, when he caught sight of a sandy form not unlike his own. This sentinel was likewise studying him, and for a moment their gazes locked in a silent battle of will before the stallion allows his eyes to drift over the rest of her petite form. Despite their vastly different appearances, he is immediately reminded of Xina - the way the girl's ribs rippled her sandy coat like dunes, the proud and assured stance despite this symptom of physical hardship. Intrigued and allured, ebon limbs stir up the dusty turf as he edges closer, offering a gentle huff of "peace" as cranium is inclined in greeting. Over her withers, the forms of Razvan and Encantador come into view, their features distorted by the shimmering heat-waves. The call of greeting he reserved for the duo dies on his lips before it is uttered - Debonaire stiffens as yet another masculine cologne is scented, the chill of unease he feels quickly chased away by the heat of his blood. It would seem he was vastly outnumbered, and quite vulnerable to an ambush if that was the plan - reason wars with rashness as the buckskin brute firmly reminds himself that Encantador himself had emphasized that he was of a more honorable alignment, but despite this whimsical comfort of a thought, he remains alert to the possibility of a fight, every muscle and sinew of his body drawn taut. A similar strain shows in Encantador's expression as the similarily-hued male makes his approach, the trail of dust in his wake all but consuming the form of his painted gamma. A sudden motion on the peripheral of his vision draws Debonaire's attention, and he watches with a shrewd, narrowed gaze as a crimson-hued stallion approached Encantador, falling into a flanking position. This militarian formality arouses his suspicions, though not a one of them is betrayed as his tensed hide appears to relax a fraction, a quizzical gaze cast at Encantador following his inquiry. "Regretfully not. Am I to presume she is not one of yours, then?" Shoulders roll in a shrug, his dark gaze settling on her lithe form once more, briefly. A smile curls his lips, softening his haggard expression, as he addresses her with his husky tones. "A pleasure, nevertheless. I am Debonaire, a visitor hailing from the Shore." With an effort of will, he forces himself to concentrate on the buisness at hand, and to ignore the allure of the unfamiliar girl. gentleman || 7 years || buckskin || arabian mix || 15.2 hands || voiced by Reba || |
Replies:
- like the desert needs r a i n - By soraya March 21, 2012 at 05:34:12 AM
- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan March 21, 2012 at 11:12:42 PM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 25, 2012 at 06:41:17 PM
- it’s not the destination so much as the journey - By DEBONAIRE March 26, 2012 at 02:16:20 AM
- x - By Canta April 15, 2012 at 03:27:35 PM
- it’s not the destination so much as the journey - By DEBONAIRE March 26, 2012 at 02:16:20 AM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 25, 2012 at 06:41:17 PM
- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan March 21, 2012 at 11:12:42 PM
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