Frozen dreams glances down from his hilltop, a chuckle escaping his throat, Already I call it mine... bringing himself back to reality with a swish of his tail he glances down at the small group, gathere to welcome home their King. As the distance to great, and the wind only slightly to strong he cannot make out the words to their conversation, but he watches with levity the physical impressions left by each conversant. A nagging voice at the back of his mind tells him he shouldn't be observing but he quiets it quickly.. he thought he'd killed that side of his conscience.
His dark eyes travel around the group, first to the curious filly, hardly able to stand still in her overwhelming aura of emotion he quickly skips over to the energetic mare next to her. He recognizes her as Carinosa. Shfting his glance now to the three stallions, the watcher first, one of the stallions who has said the least, he squints, attempting to make out the features, but decides he didn't know this one, shifting his feet slightly he glances to one side at a large tree. nah.. it may be rude to watch them.. but i have enough respect for Malussinn not to hide behind trees.
Malussinn, his eyes come to rest next on the valiant steed standing authoritatively, to Frozen Dreams as an onlooker, it was obvious who was in charge. Looking on he gets the general impression the King isn't quite happy about something.. but the answe to his next question is quickly answered, raising an eyebrow slightly as his gaze rests on the final member of the group, this one also is unknown to him and again he squints, trying ot make out the features.
He recognizes the stance of this young stallion, feels it mirrored in his own posture and he shifts his weight slightly, feeling the anger, the hate, the cold emptiness emanating from the creature. The resemblance stuns him into mental silence, white light fill his mind a few seconds before he shakes off his trance and drags his eyes away from the young stallion and re-admits the entire group into his range of vision. A smile reverberates in his eyes, the only place it possibly could, considering the horse anatomy, But the smile is cold and empty and he shakes himself tempermentally, having found himself comparing the new stallion to someone else..
But he firmly dismisses the notion and ignores his thoughts, settling down to watch the conversation again, rather amused at the femme wolf that had interjected for a second.
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