v r e i s
absolute power corrupts absolutely
but absolute powerlessness does the same
it's not the poverty
it's the inequality that we live with everyday
that will turn us insane
The stallion stood still as he watched the energy of this market. The air practically sung with magic, and while a part of him felt awed by the display, the rock in his gut twisted his face into an impassioned sneer. Magic was corrupt, evil, dangerous. Isn't that what the King had told him thousands of times as he grew up, orphaned by the magic that would take his mother from him.
Or was that still the good, chivalrous knight inside that tried to make logic of the king who turned treacherously against him? He'd seen the power in its glory that his precious songbirds could wield, bent to his directive. Yet, despite it all, there remained the sense that magic was evil, it was corrupt. It cost him his mother before he was old enough to understand. It cost him rank and position. It cost him so much.
But had he not also profited from it. It was a precarious place for the corrupted being to push his thoughts into, so instead he ignored the obvious magic others had on display. He ignored the drakes fluttering from the stalls, and instead he stood taller antlers glinting in the sun, the scales down his back, shoulders, rump reflecting like onyx against his colorful hide.
His tail swayed in a mess of dreads and braids, barely brushing against his ankles with its bound up length, a black cloak slung over his shoulders, leather armor firmly slapped in place, and the polished sword at his side. He didn't acknowledge those he passed beyond the occasional exchange of eye contact. Tall, stoic, princely as he moved about. Wearing charisma like a second skin, his tall, and muscular form parting the crowds. He managed to enter a side street, lesser populated.
It was the sudden glow that had him pause, as it grew brighter, and suddenly a small slip of a mare had broken out between two stands, her tiny form practically dwa4lefed by his own height. Had he not paused at the sudden glow (which he now realized was coming from her) she would have collided right with him. And logistically, his taller and brawniernform would have been the victor in any such collision. "Do you typically make a habit out of attempts to collide with strangers?" He surprises himself by addressing the odd beast rather then walking around her, but his tone holds nothing more the annoyed curiosity at the odd glowing beast, and even after asking the question his gaze is already back on the markets, one ear swiveling to eavesdrop.
After all, he hadn't come here to socialize. This was a recon mission, to try to locate Ard and Erd, and no matter how weird the small glowy beast was, she wasn't one of his missing song birds.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Faye
Notes: Gonna take a bit to figure out exactly how to write him.
