Falls
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Posted on September 10, 2015 at 07:59:49 PM by Al-Sarim
al-sarim Perhaps it was his strange markings, Or the foreign accent on his tongue. Perhaps he had not caught the mischief in his eyes, Or sensed the bitterness in his heart. Just the same the gates were opened, And the misfit waltzed into the Lion's palace And greeted him with all charms due And lo the misfit's dagger never showed its blade. As the lost man found himself in the Lion's embrace. He called me brother. I called him my king. If the mare found herself baffled, amused, thoroughly annoyed but at the same time charmed--then perhaps she was precisely where the lionhearted misfit of Calphir wished her to be. Sarim had long abandoned the kinfolk that bore and raised him, adopting the ways of the Calphirites and rising from a lowly peasant to the right hand of the Shiek. No surprise how he had a mocking confidence that was as charming as it was annoying, comparable to the young Shiek himself. Sarim had adopted the life of the desert born, a very open minded people, and was very much at ease with himself and the world no matter where he went and whom he was with. And while the women in his life were perhaps bountiful, the fascination was always new and alluring with everyone he met. His pretty songbird for instance, he smiled as he observed her protective silence become a tad more playful--her actions, conscious and not, speaking volumes to him. She relaxed a bit, and he felt like her might perhaps be getting through. Precisely what his agenda was, was known only to the bay hessian himself. When she danced away he stood by watching, ears pricked curiously. Eyes traced her torso, distracted by the flag of her tail before meeting her gaze. It were as the mare was speaking. Perhaps it is you who would like a closer look... Or so he interpreted it so. Just the same he was a tad careful should his theory be off. Debating this once more, he trotted forward and nipped at her neck in play as he pranced off to the side. "Do you dance for me Tara? Or perhaps you bid me goodnight? I would find no peace of mind if you did not stay, if you should wander and be caught in the winter that comes." His tail swayed. It was an offer in more forward sort of manner, inviting the lady to stay the night and his eyes showed amusement waiting on her reply. "Speech" OOC: sorry for the wait 
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"SPEECH"
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