Expatriate Darkleer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aim_exorable) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
caughtinanetwork2012-02-08 05:42 pm
aim_exorable) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-02-08 05:42 pm
Entry tags:
2 ♐ Video/Action ♐ > Darkleer: Be the horse
[Over the SFC]
[For those who aren’t already familiar with him- which is understandable, considering the… man’s reclusive nature, Darkleer has turned into a centaur. Not just any centaur, but one that is completely white as snow, from his hooves down to the tips of his horns. The only color visible is the shock of blue that are his eyes, which are completely bare. The bubble’s curse has not seen fit to keep shades in this fairytale land.]
[That makes his expressions infinitely easier to read, and he does manage to look a bit sheepish right now, for all his equine qualities. He’s not used to asking for help, which is what this message is all about.]
Pardon the interruption, but I was wondering if someone would be willing to spare a moment of their time to assist me. I would ask my sons-
[Just a brief pause as he wonders where that came from. He’s extremely fond of Equius and Gamzee, and they do call him their father, but… It must be because the boys use that nickname of his so often. That’s all. Darkleer continues on stoically.]
-yet I’m afraid they’re rather preoccupied and I see no reason to bother them. [What he means is that they're having fun, and he doesn't want to ruin the one time his descendent can interact with other people.] If you are good with your hands or know how to interweave things, then please contact me, thank you.
Additionally, I notice that many of you are attempting quests, particularly those which have been set upon us by our… hosts regarding the rescue of these princesses of ours. [Whoops, that eyeroll is visible. Yes, this is what he thinks of the whole fiasco. You’d eyeroll too if, where you’re from, the royals are terrifying, vicious, and capable fighters who don’t need help from anybody.] I admit to being something of a smith, craftsman, and inventor. I am also quite capable with a bow. If you need assistance, I will be more than glad to lend it.
[Near the forest]
[Guess who’s been given a quest? That’s right, the centaur trotting through the woods, bow in hand. He doesn’t seem at all perturbed by the beasts that stalk the trees. He has a keen eye for danger, after all, and his arrows are sharp. There is a satchel around his waist, already slightly filled. He appears to be looking for something… What?]
[The answer is golden apples, which hang from trees here and there. Whenever Darkleer comes across one, he shoots it down from where it hangs, an expert marksman.]
[Do you want to help or hinder?]
[For those who aren’t already familiar with him- which is understandable, considering the… man’s reclusive nature, Darkleer has turned into a centaur. Not just any centaur, but one that is completely white as snow, from his hooves down to the tips of his horns. The only color visible is the shock of blue that are his eyes, which are completely bare. The bubble’s curse has not seen fit to keep shades in this fairytale land.]
[That makes his expressions infinitely easier to read, and he does manage to look a bit sheepish right now, for all his equine qualities. He’s not used to asking for help, which is what this message is all about.]
Pardon the interruption, but I was wondering if someone would be willing to spare a moment of their time to assist me. I would ask my sons-
[Just a brief pause as he wonders where that came from. He’s extremely fond of Equius and Gamzee, and they do call him their father, but… It must be because the boys use that nickname of his so often. That’s all. Darkleer continues on stoically.]
-yet I’m afraid they’re rather preoccupied and I see no reason to bother them. [What he means is that they're having fun, and he doesn't want to ruin the one time his descendent can interact with other people.] If you are good with your hands or know how to interweave things, then please contact me, thank you.
Additionally, I notice that many of you are attempting quests, particularly those which have been set upon us by our… hosts regarding the rescue of these princesses of ours. [Whoops, that eyeroll is visible. Yes, this is what he thinks of the whole fiasco. You’d eyeroll too if, where you’re from, the royals are terrifying, vicious, and capable fighters who don’t need help from anybody.] I admit to being something of a smith, craftsman, and inventor. I am also quite capable with a bow. If you need assistance, I will be more than glad to lend it.
[Near the forest]
[Guess who’s been given a quest? That’s right, the centaur trotting through the woods, bow in hand. He doesn’t seem at all perturbed by the beasts that stalk the trees. He has a keen eye for danger, after all, and his arrows are sharp. There is a satchel around his waist, already slightly filled. He appears to be looking for something… What?]
[The answer is golden apples, which hang from trees here and there. Whenever Darkleer comes across one, he shoots it down from where it hangs, an expert marksman.]
[Do you want to help or hinder?]