and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
Something breaches the tranquil silence of the meadow, and immediately Ulric’s eyes scan the area for the source. It doesn’t take him long to spot the culprit, for whoever it was making their way towards him was making no small effort to mask his approach. Still, the roan’s ears tick back a degree and his muscles tense automatically, ready to spring into action if the need arose.
But in all his years serving as protector, he can recall only one or two occasions where anyone had come forward so boldly, so doltishly with the intent to harm.
The warrior remains on full alert and begins to move from his position, stepping halfway down the outcropping but never allowing his circumspect gaze to fall away from the form of the stranger. However, as he opens his mouth to demand identification, the roan is beaten to the punch and what this winged man says leaves him stupefied. He has come to escort him back to the citadel? The statement leaves Ulric in a brief state of bewilderment, for that was certainly something he hadn’t been expecting.
Slowly, the tension in his muscles begins to ebb away and he steps further down from the rocks, this time keeping his wings tucked securely against his sides as he does so. A warm, almost amused chuckle rattles his barrel as it leaves his throat and he shakes his head. “I’m afraid you might have me confused,” he speaks up then as he truly focuses on the one standing beneath him. It’s another stallion, of that he is certain, and carries two magnificent wings upon his back. Like Ulric himself, he, too, has his mane pulled back away from his face, revealing a golden crown of sorts that sits atop a striking blaze that runs the length of his face. By his words alone does Ulric surmise he is no intruder but a denizen of the Dawn Court as well, although he can’t say he’s ever seen the bay about previously.
“I don’t need escorted back to the citadel. I’m just taking up my post for the night, as is my duty as a warrior here.” He pauses then, his following words tinged with little more than dutiful concern and curiosity. “My name is Ulric; I assume you serve the Dawn as well?” He must, considering how ready he was to haul his ass back to the citadel before night settled in completely.
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But in all his years serving as protector, he can recall only one or two occasions where anyone had come forward so boldly, so doltishly with the intent to harm.
The warrior remains on full alert and begins to move from his position, stepping halfway down the outcropping but never allowing his circumspect gaze to fall away from the form of the stranger. However, as he opens his mouth to demand identification, the roan is beaten to the punch and what this winged man says leaves him stupefied. He has come to escort him back to the citadel? The statement leaves Ulric in a brief state of bewilderment, for that was certainly something he hadn’t been expecting.
Slowly, the tension in his muscles begins to ebb away and he steps further down from the rocks, this time keeping his wings tucked securely against his sides as he does so. A warm, almost amused chuckle rattles his barrel as it leaves his throat and he shakes his head. “I’m afraid you might have me confused,” he speaks up then as he truly focuses on the one standing beneath him. It’s another stallion, of that he is certain, and carries two magnificent wings upon his back. Like Ulric himself, he, too, has his mane pulled back away from his face, revealing a golden crown of sorts that sits atop a striking blaze that runs the length of his face. By his words alone does Ulric surmise he is no intruder but a denizen of the Dawn Court as well, although he can’t say he’s ever seen the bay about previously.
“I don’t need escorted back to the citadel. I’m just taking up my post for the night, as is my duty as a warrior here.” He pauses then, his following words tinged with little more than dutiful concern and curiosity. “My name is Ulric; I assume you serve the Dawn as well?” He must, considering how ready he was to haul his ass back to the citadel before night settled in completely.
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