chest: CLOSED — Thoughts — "Speech" — Bonded
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The borders were silent - eerily so, considering how many Solterrans were left lingering at the edge of a city whose ruler left most of them to starve.
And so he drifted, almost as silent as the Court walls themselves except for the dull clink of the armor that lay upon his back, of the imposing broadseax hanging heavily at his side. Large hooves left a wake of dust in their languid path, bloodshot eyes making contact with only a select few of the other inhabitants. Safe to say that most of those starving on the borders were not likely to be supporters of a dictator. Small talk was not something Tor appreciated, either.
The titan eventually stumbled upon a small gathering that had started just outside of the walls, one ear lazily flicking up in mild curiosity. The source was not hard to find, and although it was not someone he had met face to face before... he knew who he was. @Ipomoea's reputation proceeded him, as both the Delumine Regent and an individual.
It did not shock him that the man came bearing food to Solterra's impoverished citizens. Tor did not line up, but his pace did not quicken or cease. He just continued on and forward, as he had been.. except his focus was now trained upon the growing crowd. He watched them snap up every little bit of fruit offered like hungry animals. They were not unlike a pack of starved, beaten dogs.
No surprise crossed his face as the quicksilver slid in like a phantom ghost — he just regarded Solterra's new ruler with a brief glance. And just as quickly as @Raum arrived, the crowd immediately scattered.
After a few moments it was mostly just the Deluminian Regent faced off with the Solterran sovereign, although they were a few stragglers that lingered despite the quicksilver's presence. He assumed that if they were sticking around, they must support him in some sense.. and his theory had yet to be proven wrong.
He heard Raum's words, but they hardly registered. Instead his attention shifted to a figure who seemed to follow in the quicksilver's wake - @Efphion. Placid gaze lingered on the silver neckalces about her throat and he was almost tempted to chuckle... the irony and familiarity did not elude him. But Tor had finally made it to the trio when he heard the dark gray mare speak, all three eyes long since open and aware. And alone almost sounded mocking, as if chastising the Regent for being foolish given the circumstances.
But despite her words and Raum's, the titan himself did not speak. His pace slowed, although he carefully took note of coiled muscles and cool, obedient words. Passing in front of Efphion, her strike hit him square on his upper leg. He stopped abruptly.
Blood red eyes turned towards the offender, ears the color of frostbitten flesh tightening their always flattened grip upon his crown as he looked down at her. A thin stream of blood — mirrored by the familiar color of his own gaze — trickled down his leg.
The Triennial Eye had been awake this entire time but now it focused squarely on her, a gaping stare so heavy and fervent it felt suffocating. Its pupil dilated rapidly; such a stark contrast to the otherwise cool expression that had settled across his face.
Somewhere in her mind, she would hear a mocking voice trickle in at the edges of her subconscious: Oops, hissing laughter.
And then he would abruptly turn away from her, scrutiny focused elsewhere.
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