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Posted by Armand on February 22, 2009, 11:16 am, in reply to "I'll always be there looking over your shoulder"
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Armand hadn't been a resident of the beaches for very long before he vanished, that thing he had no other reason to give than personal. Perhaps he hoped to leave just long enough for those who lived here to forget his face or move on. He had been quite embarrassed of his losing streak and inability to battle, especially after he had made such boastings as to be able to win multiple battles before 2 seasons had passed. He didn't mind the change in class, though. The thought of thievery was quite pleasant to him, actually.
Now Armand wasn't an optimist, and he knew that the elementals had a thing for bringing down Doom's Day once a season, or at least that's how he had timed it in his stay, but it hadn't occured to him that a season had begun not too long ago. Plus he had just wandered into the territory, and it's not like he was intentionally looking for something out of place. In fact, he didn't take notice until a voice brought him out of his silence, his blue eyes casting themselves upon the strangers body. Unscathed? he asked lowly, his voice deep and rich, tainted with a strange accent. Spanish? Perhaps, as he did have Spanish Mustang in his blood. But it was still like rubbing satin on your eardrums. He was about to smile and play on some witty remark to flirt when he caught sight and smell of what had happened.
He gazed at the remainder of what had once been a beautiful, albeit frigid, home in the wintery months, and the smell burned his nostrils as he had tried to catch the scent of his conversational partner. What hell they must have been through.. He sighed. I was absent on personal business..." he said softly, and for once his bravado, his demeanor, dropped, if only for a moment out of respect for seriousness and the suffering of those who had been here. "The last time I was here it had been winter, and Ozymandias had been regent... When did this change?" he asked, stepping closer to inspect his company, and maybe find their sent beneath the acidic smell.
Now, Armand was not usually one to drop his nature for long, and so he would be back to his usual, flirty, horny self soon. It didn't matter that his company was male, and if it turned out Jantz' sanity was currently in question that wouldn't matter either. His eerie blue eyes, so bright in the darkness of his black locks, pierced from beneath shades of black and red to look into the other stallion's, extending his muzzle for... scent purposes... Even without being told what had happened, he knew that this stallion, and the other residents as well, had suffered. The stranger probably wouldn't accept any comfort, masculine facade and all that.
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