Posted on April 8, 2020 at 10:12:34 PM by D I A M A N T
(ooc: Katie said it was okay for me to post so hope you don’t mind me jumping in <3) In spite of the less-than-favorable conditions of Diamant coming here, his time in the inlet has been restful and revitalizing. The herd has been quiet and tolerant of him, with most of them paying him little mind, which in truth has suited him just fine. In ways it is similar to the atmosphere of the Lagoon, where Diamant had ignored everyone and they had ignored him in turn, but the inlet feels less hostile, somehow. He has a purpose here, and he feels that he and the herd are benefitting mutually from it. Every day he wakes and breathes in the invigorating and progressively colder Tinuvel air, and he spends his time lurking on the outskirts of the herd, taking it in turns to watch the horizon for threats and the herd for… well, just out of interest. He finds himself intrigued by them and wanting to know their habits and personalities, though he doesn’t go out of his way to interact with them, offering them at most a nod and a few polite words when they pass by him. But slowly, he finds himself thinking he could happily live here, in the homeland of his parents. Tinuvel is in his blood, and the prospect of returning to the Lagoon is looking uglier and uglier. As if to add weight to this fact, the Lagoon itself - or, at least, one particularly unsavory bachelor - comes calling one day. Diamant smells the beast’s musk before he sees him, and searches the horizon until he spots the bastard, stark and black against the white of the newly-fallen snow, making a beeline for Cherokee and Aiyana. Diamant has not forgotten what Cherokee told him about Ivar - how could he? - and so he pushes himself into a brisk, ground-eating lope toward them, hoping he looks as tall and imposing as possible. He arrives on the scene with head high and ears laced back, but his expression cool and composed. Bright amber eyes fixate on the smaller stallion, noting his many scars with a sinking feeling. Diamant is not an experienced fighter. If it comes to it, he is not confident in his ability to actually physically defend the herd, so he can only hope that his imposing build is enough of a detterrant. “Excuse me,” he rumbles, “Who are you? Are you from the Lagoon?” LAST SON OF HET VUUR & STERRE 12; friesian; black; 17.2hh |
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