The name was something like an eel, too loose of an idea to grasp, once he thought he had a recognition it slithered away. It was quite frustrating but the man didn't waste much time on it. The name was here and now and regardless if he knew it in the past he knew it now. Alaric showed the slightest respect for his brother in a quick nod, so subtle that you wouldn't have guessed it actually happened unless you were very observant. "Velorca" it was not a question, not a statement, it simply hung there. Suspended in the air between them like a phantom. Like a memory meant to be stored.
Dead eyed and emotionless Alaric soaked in the silver man's words, like an alcoholic drinking every drop after weeks of sobriety, he was thirsty with knowledge. Of course, while Alaric showed no physical reaction inside he was a storm. The Davke were strong and to hear of some foreign king taking a Davke to bed against his will...the stallion clenched his teeth so hard he was afraid they'd break. The only thing that brought him back from the brink was Velorca's next words. The murderer of this foreign cowardly king. Alaric yearned to meet this Davke.
A debt, yes, for this horse he would do anything. Alaric would lay his head on a blade, such a meaningless death, yet if this horse so wished nothing would be meaningless. Alaric would pledge his life and every living second to the one who inked the earth with the cowardly king's blood. A fire was blooming inside Alaric's chest, an anger so fierce it could fuel the sun was being birthed. No man knew such anger and such fierce pride for the Davke. Every last member of the Davke had him at their service. These were his people and he would die for them. All this was like a storm inside him yet he looked calmly at Velorca and said "yes," the beast took a step forward, "take me to them."
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