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Coronation pending and allowing his friend and now Queen plenty of time to change her mind from this very bad idea, an impulsive idea that Sinbad had but with all the right motives. Boudicca did not play well with others who intended on overpowering her or overshadowing even. He knew this. He preferred to work from the shadows, to watch and observe. He could let her rule and be the muscle she needed at any given time. He would not pressure her for anything more than the alliance that came with being her king. King. Fucking King. The holiest of shits and whatest of fucks could not explain this impulsivity. A heavy sigh emitted from the brute's duo toned lips as he looked around the lands he would now call home. The effort to do so, to leave the Dark Kingdom alliance to be the brawns to Boudicca's brains was the easiest part but to accept he was now not only tied to an individual in a kingdom but also the kingdom itself being deeply rooted in his veins was now a hard fact to accept.

But he regretted nothing. He simply hoped he could live up to the expectations that would follow with this new responsibility. But again. He regretted nothing.

His mind was already a racing mess as he walked the small stream that led into the furthest depths of the Wood. He was a long way from the ocean, the call of the sea and the feel of sand beneath his hooves. He was far from the undeniable need to be around the new lass he had met in the swamps and pulled to safety. Moreover, he was far from the brute he had been upon first arriving to the lands of Wild Equines. There were many more opportunities for him now and ones he wouldn't soon pass up. He had a lot to think about. The promises Sinbad made to his Queen were ones made in earnest but to fulfill them was something else entirely. His crimson eye scanned his surroundings carefully. His one disadvantage would be the blindness in his milky eye. A noise behind him had his massive form tensing just briefly before he relaxed and said without looking, "I'd say welcome but I'm 'fraid this be yer home long before 'twas mine. he said with a chuckle and turned his head to cast his gaze over his withers in order to greet whoever was approaching.

words;; 415
timeline;; after conversation with Boudicca, but before coronation.
character;; Sinbad
tag;; OPEN
notes;; super short, but within the requirements... however it will get better!
"he talks like this."

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[EmoryMoss]

FIA


She’d run, what else was one to do when she’d just watched her father die right in front of her and, moreover, might have caused it to begin with. The feeling of her hooves coming down against his skull, the crack that reverberated along the hills would be forever branded along the forefronts of her brain. His dark form had fallen to the depths below and she’d remained there for hours before realizing he was dead. She’d thought maybe he’d get up, come right back up the mountain and push her off himself but he didn’t. He was surprisingly still. Fia had seen death before, but this was different somehow and in the wake of the things she’d done, or been forced to do, she could do nothing else but run away.

She’d run and she kept running until her legs threatened to give out beneath her, until the sweat upon her pelt coloured her in darkness, until the trees portended to take her out at the knees, and she had to force herself to slow, lest her legs give out.

The tears in her eyes had dried in the wind, beads of her past that came loose once Banshee was dead and she could only hope that they would remain there, lost to the lands she left behind. She slowed, and attempted to catch her breath, breathing in harshly the new scents of these lands she found herself in. She was vaguely aware that she wasn’t alone, she’d found another and instinct told her to turn tail and run, run as fast and far as her legs would allow. The problem was, she’d already run and now she’d had nowhere else to go. The chestnut female came to a halt as the visage of another came into view, his splashed frame was not facing her, she could hide, wait for him to pass and then proceed with the pity party she planned to throw herself, but alas, the creature spoke, and Fia’s plans were ruined.

His words washed over her, the tenor was so different from what she was used too, she’d expected him to yell, to scream but the syllables that fell off his two-toned lips were silken, softer than any conversation she’d ever had in her short life. It was a trap...it had to be a trap.

The length of her auburn mane fell about her features, honey-coloured optics spying the creature across the way, head dipping as she gauged his intentions. Words were lies...that is what she had learned from her father but he was dead so what did that mean for Fia?

”I have no home.” The sentence tumbled off her lips before she realized she’d spoken, revealing so much about her in such a short interaction that she feared she’d given the rest of herself away. Were the scars of her past as obvious to him as they were to her? A breath of silence hung between the creatures, the wind caressing the leaves of the trees, tossing her locks of auburn about her face. If Fia had more to say, it was lost along her tongue, pressed into the back of her throat. He’d have to carry the conversation if he wanted to have one.

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His easy going nature faltered for just a moment as he regarded the lass. Her cautious behavior led him to believe her life hadn’t been easy and for that, his need to protect and shield from the bad in the world flared to incredible heights. Sinbad kept his distance, respecting her insecurity. His interest in her was clear by a curious lift of his brow but there was no intention behind it. He did not want to claim her. He would not hurt her. The bulk of him relaxed into a lazy and casual stance, one hoof cocked and his gaze flicking to the side, ears following suit. ”I have no home.” Sinbad understood this. He understood what it felt like to be without a person, without a herd and most importantly, without a purpose. In another life, revenge followed him, fueled his need to remove those who had hurt him and stomp their bones into the dirt, grinding their bones to dust beneath his hooves. But as time went on, he redefined his purpose. He wasn’t a hero, so to say. He was far from chivalrous, he was no gentleman. But he didn’t go out of his way to step on the little people. That was one of the reasons he left the Dark kingdom and became the muscle to Boudicca’s brain.

I have no home. Those words hung between them for a moment while he formed some sort of response. An easy grin spread along his lips as he turned his attention back to the lass. ”Aye, I spent many nights wanderin’ aimless through these parts, lass. Ye find yer way eventually. Where de ye hail from?” he asked her, his lyrics woven with a guttural accent favoring the highlands. It was easy to picture thick greenery, tall trees, rolling hills and thunderous clouds that darkened the sky when he spoke. ” I am nae island native, ye see. I hail from parts unknown te these.” he continued, his gaze soft while regarding her. One eye was dark crimson, a stark contrast to his light and dark painted pelt, while the other eye was marred by scarring, and hindered his sight. It was milky and blank, but had a hand in creating his a menacing appearance. ”Do ye want te make a home? Ye ‘ave a place in mind? Mayhap, if ye care fer my suggestion, I Ken a place ye might fit in jus’ fine.”

words;; 406
timeline;;
character;; Sinbad
tag;; EmoryMoss
notes;; <3
"he talks like this."

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[EmoryMoss]

With a lift of the brow, the length of his tassel flicking in the air, he turned to face her, regarding her carefully as if his gaze might break her. In all honesty, it could have. Had Fia allowed herself to feel things as a normal creature should, she would likely have fallen to pieces right before his eyes, a shattered mess of equine that would never, in a million years, be repaired. Fia was stronger than that, though, strong or damaged, either would do.

Fia straightened her spine, standing as tall as her battered and exhausted body would allow, attempting to convey her lack of enthusiasm to his pity. That was what she saw in his eyes, right, pity? It could not have been empathy, that just was not possible. She’d never seen it in another before, compassion, sympathy, it was as foreign to her as the lands she resided in now, it might have well been a myth, campfire stories for the colts and fillies. As such, she was surprised when he broke the silence that danced between them. His vocals seemed so genuine as if he actually cared. Fia would not be falling for such tricks today.

His sentences fell flat into the cold December air, a question parting his lips and catching the femme off guard. Auburn's ears slipped forward, tilting in his direction momentarily before leaning back against her skull again.

“Where de ye hail from?” Misery. The depths of hell. An amalgamation of all things foul and depressing. These were answers that lay upon her tongue, useless in their ability to be spoken. Her lips pressed into a thin line, chewing along the truth. Should she tell him? He nary gave her an opportunity, instead speaking again, stealing the silence and Fia was grateful. Perhaps she could slip over the question, directing the conversation in other, more favourable places.

She recognized the accent, perhaps something she’d come across before whilst in the ranks of the Halkaer. From the highlands, perhaps, a place of greenery, something she’d only seen in her daydreams. Despite herself, Fia found herself relaxing in his presence. Something of his calm demeanour, how easily he spoke, not expecting anything from her in return. It was foreign but putative. It was only then that Fia saw him, truly saw him, the difference in his eyes, one opaque, disfigured by scars that ran lengthways along his skin. It reminded her of youth, her mother tending to the lashings given by her own father.

Chestnut lids closed slowly over honey optics, she stole a deep breath, reminding herself that Banshee was dead. He could not hurt her anymore and yet the guilt ate at her insides. It didn’t matter that he was evil, it didn’t matter that he deserved it, she felt guilty all the same that she had been a key instrument in his death. Fia swallowed, pulling herself back to this moment.

” I am open to suggestion, I suppose.” She started, shifting her weight from one leg to another, the length of her tail swinging beyond her, anxious. ”I can’t say I am looking for a home...I am just...existing. That is all I can ask of myself right now.” It was a morsel of truth, a nugget of information and that was all she’d reveal. Otherwise, she’d be giving too much of herself away much too soon. Should he mention a place of interest, perhaps she’d visit, see what the world has to offer outside the desert of the Halkaer.

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