In the AFTERMATH {Meta/Sigma}
Nov 30, 2014 11:19:56 GMT -6
Post by 愛 S I D D E H 愛 on Nov 30, 2014 11:19:56 GMT -6
C A D O M I R | 愛 S I D D E H 愛 |
Since his attendance with Maim, Cadomir had been in a rather sour mood. Even more so since Versailles oh so pleasant visit. This information wore upon his mind, eroding the usually calm, and patient brute. His anger was not something one should so easily trifle with either. Cadomir knew Meta was a respectable individual, and he hoped that there would be no issues with his request. Nor his visit. Cadomir's limp was even worse in the sands of the desert. But he pressed onward, driven partially by his own anger at the atrocity committed upon one of his leads, and partially because he vowed to pay Meta a friendly visit. The grullo king's hide was covered in sweat from the heat, and the strain he was exerting on his still injured shoulder. He wondered how Meta was heeling from the battle. The blue eyed king would find out soon enough. Though he was not alone this time either. As much as he had fought Sera to stay home, he refused to let his king and family alone while injured. Azeroth was entrusted to watch Altus upon his travels. Which was fine in itself, Cadomir wasn't ever gone for even a day. He'd return by nightfall. With or without his victim of choice. The stag could smell Meta the closer he got to Reach. He did not want to tarnish any respect he'd gotten from the seasoned soldier. So he stopped. Sera was keeping up with him much more easily with the king. Despite being of draft decent. The border was imminently close, Cado's dry throat could smell the overwhelming amount of equines that crossed here. Yet even with such a notorious reputation, Cadomir was not perturbed by the presence of The Syndicate. He was obviously more concerned with Imperium, and their prominent victories and lineage. Nirvana the powerful empress had his respect. Though he no loner feared her as an equine, her wrath was not something he wanted to encounter. The young king shook his cranium, as if to rid the plaguing thoughts from his mind. Though he was approaching the age of four soon, he appeared visibly aged. As if he held the years of an equine that had walked the earth for six or seven. The brute finally stopped. His dry throat ached, though he cleared it, Sera was not as out of breath. Though Sera had no injury to inhibit his movements. Cadomir's cranium lifted, as if his head bore a true crown instead of the weight of unspoken problems and stress. His lungs pushed air through his throat, emitting the powerful call. Requesting, pressing upon demanding the presence of authority. It was like calling into a den of wolves at this point. "You're sure you trust these creatures?" Sera questioned, and somewhat cautioned. "I may not trust the rest of The Syndicate, but The Meta is a very respectable leader. He is an impressive opponent, and someone I am proud to call an ally of Vahill. I expect you to show him the same respect." Cadomir responded to his kin carefully. If it were anyone else, his voice would have an edge of warning. Seraphiel had been down a bad road, and he didn't blame the caution of The Syndicate. He was here for Meta. No one else, aside from his victim. He'd drag him back to Altus himself by the skull. With that the king awaited the appearance of the other draft male. Sera was not as uneasy now, he was slowly catching on to the workings of RLTW. Tagged: General SigmaButt σ | Words: 593 | Notes: THIS DOESN'T HAVE TO BE LONG :'D Take your time. He's just making a request, and then he'll be leaving <3 |