The Mourning Bells Are Ringing
04-21-2015, 08:42 PM
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Korr
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Whistling Willows... the name holds no meaning to the brute, so he discards the title as unnecessary information, along with Veronica Plains and Valhalla. To hear the queenly female beside him was, actually, royal-born, was not at all a surprise to the black. He grunted softly, lips twitching. "Make good Queen." He spoke thickly, dropping his birth tongue. He was quiet then again for a longer span of time, until he stopped before a hollowed-out trunk, looking to Surreal, then to the sky. It had begun to lighten, and for a moment he watched the shifting sky before settling his silver gaze on Surreal once more. "Surreal strong. Need Korr, call." He said, tail flicking once in farewell before he turned and vanished into the brush, the sounds of his pawsteps quickly fading, that dark coat helping him disappear with ease. "Irish Speech" |