BATTLECRY

I've had my share of Falls

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Battlecry’s dialogue was of his typical silence. The connection of eye contact was given with the guarded, omniscient gaze first to the anxiety mare then to another female of guarded intentions. Flutes carved of ebony twitched to the approaching sound of another. Blood tinted nares expanded to inhale the fimiliar perfume of Moonlight. Battlecry acknowledged Moonlight's obvious intentions with a dip of the bold crown of licorice. He still kept his peace. There seems to be no way of penetrating the high steep barriers that rectify themselves within this raven gladiator’s life. Façade continued it play on of cop-like features, revealing naught a shard of emotions. Body language too delved in the stony cask of impartial ways. Conches, yet again, swiveled caudally as the two conversing mares' continued their disruption of the atmospheric silence. An inward sigh to oneself surged through the inner cortex of this heightened chapel o’ darkness. The meanings surfaced into Battlecry's proximal portion brain, relaying itself to the main stem of cognitive matter. Sadness and empathy first surmised to him, before dispersing into that cold oblivion that Battle dwelled in.
Though his lobes were tuned to the duo but his voids painted themselves ‘pon the somewhat fimiliar mare that slowly inched away. Battlecry's eyes were an interlocking connection of shadows that flickered with an uncanny intelligence. He noted the laying of lobes and the unease that rolled off the mare's persona. Eventually Battlecry's low baritone words were heard over thinning lines of obsidian flesh.
~ I have no ill intentions for you~