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It did not please him to be back on this island. Aranck had already grown accustomed to the atmosphere of his northern home. In the summer months Tinuvel showed far more life and vibrant color than it did most of the other seasons. Still the warmth was nothing compared to the more temperate air surrounding the Crossing.
Aranck had come here in search of one thing and one thing only. Power. Power in the form of numbers and others to carry into his land through any means necessary. His dark body stepped onto the shores, heavy hooves pressing solidly into the sand. Long pale locks dripped sea water into his eyes as he looked around at the island he had vacated seasons before. This was where he knew he would be able to find what he was looking for.
During his time on crossing he had come to know the different lands and areas in which the social rules held strong. The falls, the meadow, and the common. For a moment he thought about heading directly to the space where there were no questions asked. What was there was there for the taking. With a heavy sigh, he shook his damp locks from his face. With his scent still fresh on the borders of the Arch, he did not want to have to fight an angry claim. Biting his tongue, he figured he would try his new skills of talk and of trade. Picking up his feet, he trotted into the meadow, his eyes and ears alert.
His search pauses when a masculine voice catches him off guard. At first, the ebon man had to bite his tongue to keep from snapping at the stallion in front of him. But a quick look over him stilled the venomous retort. Cullen looked far too sure of himself for Aranck to push any buttons too hard. Interesting accusation. He replied as evenly as he could to the stranger. Aranck, of the Arch. He had come here on the off chance he would be able to deals with someone. Though he would have preferred to be the one to approach, he was not going to say no when something fell into his lap. ARANCK
....far far from the sky. |