BATTLECRY

I've had my share of Falls

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To many the silence that envelops this cold exterior anatomy was a red flag of warning and doubt. You see there were naught many that did not have the cognitive ability to comprehend the significance of the chilled ways of Battlecry. It was their loss and own fault to approach then dismiss the close mouthed virile. Little do many know that deep within the soul searching depths was a whole world of exploration and astuteness that surfaced in fleeting glances. Words are always wasted especially those whom take particular interest in the flowery language of courtly gestures. Yes, Battlecry is definitely your straight up in your face while still lingering in an unattached mannerism kind of guy. Words are of little to no importance as you can tell from the lacking of conversation on his behalf. Battlecry is not a conformist one to be molded and shaped until it fits into the set puzzle. We are much more than that, you could say leader but I much rather describe him as a mutineer.

Yet there was something different in his demeanor when the raven lady was around him. His usual hard, cool gaze would lighten and soften when Moonlight was residing within his towering shadow. There was an almost acute shyness when he found himself in Moonlight's presence. Almost. It wasn't that he became awkward or fumbling in his vocabulary, but his cop-lie facade would ease from its taciturn presence. The connection of maw to shoulder sent a delicious jolt of heat and electricity throughout his mass. Battlecry's thoughts ran rampant through his congnitive mass seeing the expression of Moonlight acting as if she was a deer caught in headlights. Troubles...did something seem amiss from Battlecry's usual silent figure? Perhaps there was something wrong. Or maybe it was that a connection was felt towards the raven mare. But as much as his heart desired it, his logical side screamed at him to high tail it out of there. Yet Battlecry remain still, only a slight flicker of silken banner was allowed. Moon crescents twitched to catch the soft swelling of this raveness’s vocals. It was quiet yet was heard with the clarity that she spoke with each syllable. Ah finally one that did not dance and flit in courtly charades. Though Battlecry was always a bit more ambiguous in his statements. Holding up to the end of the bargain his own sexy, deep fuck me hard voice was heard. His voice seemed to be a bit of a shocker to most. As it was the only character of him that announced any emotion within it. It was tool that he could provoke to melt hearts and strengthen bonds.