Crimson eyes lifted to the horizon, he’d allowed himself to find solace and comfort in the coming dawn. It was as if his hopes and dreams rose with the sun, carried on Solis’s shoulders. He’d never admit it, of course, his desire to be something he wasn’t, that lust for elegance and class. Ramses wanted nothing more than to slip into the easy deception and luxury of politics, where his longing for influence could be satiated. His jaw tightened as he released a frustrated breath. What would he do to have those things? What was he willing to do?
A sly smile sprawled across his face at the thought, he knew the answer. He would do anything, there was no restraint or mercy in his blood and he understood what that meant. Now he simply needed to weed his way into the capitol; easy.
Those hungry ideas almost distracted him from the strangers that appeared behind him. The stallion’s sorrel ears swiveled and his lips curled as the sand shifted behind him. Their scents wafted through the air as he slowly turned and found himself face to face with a legend.
The coyote raised a mask of cold indifference as he analyzed Avdotya. He’d known exactly who she was the moment he’d laid his eyes upon her. The chill that raced down his spine couldn’t be stopped as her bright eyes illuminated the gloom of morning.
The words that poured from her seasoned maw were less than enthusiastic and he instantly recognized the trait, it was Davke. The tribe didn’t allow such feelings as joy - no, there was simply no place for such things in the Mors. What was there to be jovial about under the sweltering sun where you were expected to survive or die, by Solis’s will?
Scarlet eyes moved to her companion for just a moment before he returned that emotionless expression to the warrior.
"I suppose," the man muttered with little feeling.
The beast simply stared at her, the silence reverberated around him as the sun finally lifted its face above the horizon behind him. Solis’s light painted the sky a beautiful gold as it washed over the Oasis, greedily devouring the night.
Ramses trudged through the clear water towards the shore and made sure to leave some distance between himself and the viper. There was no way he’d show any sort of weakness, she could easily throw that spear clear through him if she so desired but he couldn’t help but fixate on it. The man had failed to earn that privilege, to gain that respect from the tribe and he couldn’t help the envy that clawed at him.
"All yours," Ramses said as he returned his feral gaze to her hardened face. Did he dare start a conversation with her?
"Any news from the capitol?" he asked, a dullness laced his tone as water dripped from his skin onto the parched sand.
Perhaps Solis had sent her for a reason.
@Avdotya "speaks"
A sly smile sprawled across his face at the thought, he knew the answer. He would do anything, there was no restraint or mercy in his blood and he understood what that meant. Now he simply needed to weed his way into the capitol; easy.
Those hungry ideas almost distracted him from the strangers that appeared behind him. The stallion’s sorrel ears swiveled and his lips curled as the sand shifted behind him. Their scents wafted through the air as he slowly turned and found himself face to face with a legend.
The coyote raised a mask of cold indifference as he analyzed Avdotya. He’d known exactly who she was the moment he’d laid his eyes upon her. The chill that raced down his spine couldn’t be stopped as her bright eyes illuminated the gloom of morning.
The words that poured from her seasoned maw were less than enthusiastic and he instantly recognized the trait, it was Davke. The tribe didn’t allow such feelings as joy - no, there was simply no place for such things in the Mors. What was there to be jovial about under the sweltering sun where you were expected to survive or die, by Solis’s will?
Scarlet eyes moved to her companion for just a moment before he returned that emotionless expression to the warrior.
"I suppose," the man muttered with little feeling.
The beast simply stared at her, the silence reverberated around him as the sun finally lifted its face above the horizon behind him. Solis’s light painted the sky a beautiful gold as it washed over the Oasis, greedily devouring the night.
Ramses trudged through the clear water towards the shore and made sure to leave some distance between himself and the viper. There was no way he’d show any sort of weakness, she could easily throw that spear clear through him if she so desired but he couldn’t help but fixate on it. The man had failed to earn that privilege, to gain that respect from the tribe and he couldn’t help the envy that clawed at him.
"All yours," Ramses said as he returned his feral gaze to her hardened face. Did he dare start a conversation with her?
"Any news from the capitol?" he asked, a dullness laced his tone as water dripped from his skin onto the parched sand.
Perhaps Solis had sent her for a reason.
@Avdotya "speaks"
