04-24-2019, 10:42 PM
How intriguing. The cross fox creased his brows thoughtfully. The authority in the vibrant vulpine was clear as the burning dessert sun. Quite a change of pace from the air that his kingly cousin possessed. Not unwelcome, but something to be careful of, naturally. He held himself up confident and regal and spoke easy. But there will be no bloodshed today.
Gael straightened himself up accordingly, taking mind to briefly incline his head to acknowledge the other's authority in this place. What impresses the mighty? He bit his tongue when another fox appeared, one of a different breed. He knows us. The sentinel blinked. "Dia dhuit, Scott." Are you fae, or do you simply possess some manner of sight? A thought to keep in mind.
"I will not presume to know you, sir," Gael finally spoke, turning to the obvious authority. The Scott granting him immediate attention only proved his assessment of his status. "Or what it is you look for in those who approach you. I find every leader seeks among them different talents."
As the shadows shifted, he grew silent once more. His eyes followed the jaguar thoughtfully, patient as he spoke words only for the other fox. This one sees our value. He debated the pros and cons with an almost absent mind. If they refused to offer a place for them, Gael would find or make one, elsewhere. Perhaps more forcibly than he had originally intended.
With the little Aine at his side, he had to act with some caution. He had lost far enough before their long journey here. Gael frowned slightly at the jaguar's attention, but returned his nod. Odd that this more tactful cat is not in charge. There was a regal air around him as well.
When it was clear the jaguar had said his piece, he decided to continue. "Intelligent minds are an asset, as are immortal friends." For they did not fear death. Gael knew this body could fail him, in battle perhaps, but he would always return. "Your people have sharp eyes, and I am indeed fae, one of an ancient royal bloodline, as is my daughter."
"I am stronger than I look, and more than experienced. My daughter is young, but quick; a druid in the making." But she will never be yours. The Fae belonged to themselves, and just like the rest of their people, so would she. "We will trouble you no longer, if you have no need of us, but we have no home or family to return to." Meaning they offered unquestionable allegiance to only them. "Ideally, I would make our new place in this world among the strong."
Gael straightened himself up accordingly, taking mind to briefly incline his head to acknowledge the other's authority in this place. What impresses the mighty? He bit his tongue when another fox appeared, one of a different breed. He knows us. The sentinel blinked. "Dia dhuit, Scott." Are you fae, or do you simply possess some manner of sight? A thought to keep in mind.
"I will not presume to know you, sir," Gael finally spoke, turning to the obvious authority. The Scott granting him immediate attention only proved his assessment of his status. "Or what it is you look for in those who approach you. I find every leader seeks among them different talents."
As the shadows shifted, he grew silent once more. His eyes followed the jaguar thoughtfully, patient as he spoke words only for the other fox. This one sees our value. He debated the pros and cons with an almost absent mind. If they refused to offer a place for them, Gael would find or make one, elsewhere. Perhaps more forcibly than he had originally intended.
With the little Aine at his side, he had to act with some caution. He had lost far enough before their long journey here. Gael frowned slightly at the jaguar's attention, but returned his nod. Odd that this more tactful cat is not in charge. There was a regal air around him as well.
When it was clear the jaguar had said his piece, he decided to continue. "Intelligent minds are an asset, as are immortal friends." For they did not fear death. Gael knew this body could fail him, in battle perhaps, but he would always return. "Your people have sharp eyes, and I am indeed fae, one of an ancient royal bloodline, as is my daughter."
"I am stronger than I look, and more than experienced. My daughter is young, but quick; a druid in the making." But she will never be yours. The Fae belonged to themselves, and just like the rest of their people, so would she. "We will trouble you no longer, if you have no need of us, but we have no home or family to return to." Meaning they offered unquestionable allegiance to only them. "Ideally, I would make our new place in this world among the strong."
"HAIL TO THE KING" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / loner / lamby
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