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Post by sylveadiff on Nov 24, 2013 16:54:24 GMT -5
Name: Torren
Familiar's Name:
Farefalle
Desired Familiar:
A beautiful grey-and-white female european lynx that is only a bit larger at the sholder than a fox.
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Post by Herzog on Nov 24, 2013 19:35:42 GMT -5
The old white minotaur shook his head at the small stallion, but allowed him the familiar. With a snap of his fingers, an average sized European lynx appeared in the center of the arena. "Aye, there you go. Yo challenge is to best your opponent mentally. Good luck to ye."
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Post by sylveadiff on Nov 24, 2013 19:49:03 GMT -5
Torren had not been expecting a challenge of the mental veriety. He knew from... sometime a long time ago that felines were as clever as they were strong and then some. He was... uncertian... at first. "What say you of a series of riddles?
It is, in truth, a challenge of the mind being relative at that. That sustanence of the mind never being in a downspiral, what say you, elegant feline?"
His voice was steady, and his own interest in such things. If the feline would thusforth agree, or, show some sign of that, then it may not realise that Torren had allready presented his challenge.
He was only a few feet away from the silver fur, the sharp claws, the... sheer magnificance of the beast that was no larger than he. His meaning was this: This is your meaning, now what is your name?
He bore, in his mind, a very deep, unbearable fear. It was the fear that he would be denied this one desparate chance to find someone he could trust. Someone he could treat as an equal, and, hopefully, have the favor returned.
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Post by Herzog on Nov 24, 2013 20:10:47 GMT -5
The lynx cocked her head in amusement at the tiny stallion's words. A riddle? A simple nod of the head was all it took to tell the horse that it was time to begin.
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Post by sylveadiff on Nov 24, 2013 20:25:50 GMT -5
The lynx had responded. that was all that mattered right now to Torren. " In such case I must say the following as my question.
I hope that this conversation Fare well, and that it does not fall in an upsetting manner, one who's last is fifth in letter, with the first following, " he stated. he stood there, gazing not impolitely, but respectfully, at the feline of near-equal height before him.
Perhapse this could work out... Perhapse there is hope. It may not be real, there may not be a true chance, but, for now, hope is all I have.
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