and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
The chestnut’s candid answer causes his silver sides to quake with mirth. It’s a simple answer indeed, amusingly so, and needs no further explaining.
As Rostislav takes it upon himself to begin making his way out from under the trees, Ulric is only too happy to oblige, moving to keep relative pace with Somnus as he sidles up to the golden man’s side. Although he knows little the details of the stallion’s past, the sheer fact that he’s a familiar face in an otherwise unfamiliar land is immediately comforting. Leaving the shade behind in favor of the warmth from the sun above, Ulric tips his head back briefly as though relishing in it. Instinct nearly has him stretching his wings out to soak it all in, but over the years, he’s taken on a peculiar habit to keep them tucked securely against his mottled barrel when in the midst of strangers.
His question is one he’s answered countless times before in his travels, and one he has provided many answers to. ’Nowhere important’, his darks lips would often say, and while it he wasn’t exactly lying, it was vague and provided little insight. Tipping his nose towards Somnus, he shifts his dark ears forward to listen with genuine interest as he speaks. Of course, Ulric already knows where it is he had previously come from – it was where they had met – but as to why he had set his sights on Novus next, and more specifically the Dawn Court, the roan was just as clueless as Rostislav.
“I came here from Vhallen as well,” he concedes when Somnus breaks long enough for him to provide an answer all his own, “And before that, I wandered; a soldier of fortune, you could say.” And while the work offered to him had been meaningful, as the years went by, he realized it wasn’t quite as fulfilling as he wished it to be, which brought him to his following answer – one which was just as simple as Rostislav’s own from before. “For purpose.”
Here, he shifts where he stands, cocking one hind leg beneath his argent frame. “And you? How do you serve the Night Court? Have you always been there?”
Gilded eyes then fall to the canine that seems all too content in ignoring them, focused instead on exploring the area around them. She’s a curious thing, what with the bizarre, glowing markings that glow radiantly against her otherwise pitch coat and her eyes as well. The stallion furrows his brows inquisitively, allowing Somnus to speak his curiosity and waiting with interest for the chestnut’s reply.
As Rostislav takes it upon himself to begin making his way out from under the trees, Ulric is only too happy to oblige, moving to keep relative pace with Somnus as he sidles up to the golden man’s side. Although he knows little the details of the stallion’s past, the sheer fact that he’s a familiar face in an otherwise unfamiliar land is immediately comforting. Leaving the shade behind in favor of the warmth from the sun above, Ulric tips his head back briefly as though relishing in it. Instinct nearly has him stretching his wings out to soak it all in, but over the years, he’s taken on a peculiar habit to keep them tucked securely against his mottled barrel when in the midst of strangers.
His question is one he’s answered countless times before in his travels, and one he has provided many answers to. ’Nowhere important’, his darks lips would often say, and while it he wasn’t exactly lying, it was vague and provided little insight. Tipping his nose towards Somnus, he shifts his dark ears forward to listen with genuine interest as he speaks. Of course, Ulric already knows where it is he had previously come from – it was where they had met – but as to why he had set his sights on Novus next, and more specifically the Dawn Court, the roan was just as clueless as Rostislav.
“I came here from Vhallen as well,” he concedes when Somnus breaks long enough for him to provide an answer all his own, “And before that, I wandered; a soldier of fortune, you could say.” And while the work offered to him had been meaningful, as the years went by, he realized it wasn’t quite as fulfilling as he wished it to be, which brought him to his following answer – one which was just as simple as Rostislav’s own from before. “For purpose.”
Here, he shifts where he stands, cocking one hind leg beneath his argent frame. “And you? How do you serve the Night Court? Have you always been there?”
Gilded eyes then fall to the canine that seems all too content in ignoring them, focused instead on exploring the area around them. She’s a curious thing, what with the bizarre, glowing markings that glow radiantly against her otherwise pitch coat and her eyes as well. The stallion furrows his brows inquisitively, allowing Somnus to speak his curiosity and waiting with interest for the chestnut’s reply.
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