and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
A splash of amber melted into shades of brilliant red as the sun began to rise in the east, peeking over the horizon and casting its warmth and light across Novus. For many, it was the mark of a new day, but for Ulric, it meant that his night watch was over.
The sentinel had been prepared to leave his post only long enough to find a shady spot beneath the shade of one of the hickory trees nearest the citadel, looking forward to a wink of rest before he went to seek out Somnus, or perhaps do a bit of his own exploration of Delumine before setting up post all over again.
But before the roan could venture far, his gilded eyes captured a smudge of black against the verdant green meadow in the distance. For a moment, Ulric simply watched from where he stood a good distance away. Whoever it was appeared to be alone, but he remained ever cautious as he finally began to approach; he could not be so easily fooled.
Worry sweeps over him as the form of the stallion can be made out in greater clarity. He in indeed alone, Ulric concedes with another glance towards the bordering trees, but something just doesn't seem right - though he is unable to say just what it is.
The moment he draws in a breath speak, the other man is remarkably on his feet in an instant, already pleading that he be allowed to stay before Ulric has even spoken for himself. Only now can he see the all too obvious signs of malnutrition, the black's sides sunken in and the sheen of his coat practically nonexistent despite the season. With concern leaking into his golden eyes, the roan looks upon the perturbed stallion and he speaks easy.
"Easy, now," the warrior attempts to soothe, mindful to keep his feet planted where he stood but keeping his posture relaxed. "You are in Delumine, home of the Dawn Court - you're safe here."
He speaks again, but this time, he drops his head and bumps his nose in gesture towards the newcomer and his seemingly unwell condition. "Do you need help?"
The sentinel had been prepared to leave his post only long enough to find a shady spot beneath the shade of one of the hickory trees nearest the citadel, looking forward to a wink of rest before he went to seek out Somnus, or perhaps do a bit of his own exploration of Delumine before setting up post all over again.
But before the roan could venture far, his gilded eyes captured a smudge of black against the verdant green meadow in the distance. For a moment, Ulric simply watched from where he stood a good distance away. Whoever it was appeared to be alone, but he remained ever cautious as he finally began to approach; he could not be so easily fooled.
Worry sweeps over him as the form of the stallion can be made out in greater clarity. He in indeed alone, Ulric concedes with another glance towards the bordering trees, but something just doesn't seem right - though he is unable to say just what it is.
The moment he draws in a breath speak, the other man is remarkably on his feet in an instant, already pleading that he be allowed to stay before Ulric has even spoken for himself. Only now can he see the all too obvious signs of malnutrition, the black's sides sunken in and the sheen of his coat practically nonexistent despite the season. With concern leaking into his golden eyes, the roan looks upon the perturbed stallion and he speaks easy.
"Easy, now," the warrior attempts to soothe, mindful to keep his feet planted where he stood but keeping his posture relaxed. "You are in Delumine, home of the Dawn Court - you're safe here."
He speaks again, but this time, he drops his head and bumps his nose in gesture towards the newcomer and his seemingly unwell condition. "Do you need help?"
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