Still dead...

[eorltheyoung]

It takes time to recover from a thorough mauling by a bear, but I'm feeling a bit better, albeit a bit dead.

So here goes.

*gathers spectral bunch of red roses, bottle of champagne and puts on Eau de Cheval, the scent of the Rohirrim*

Roffy, my dearest steed, what are you doing tonight?

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[felarof]

*snorts angrily, making a rather comic picture since his mouth is currently full of apples*

I cashn't belief yoush!

*realizes how drunk he sounds; swallows apples*

Eau de Cheval? What the hell is that? Horse piss?

*flattens ears and bares teeth*

Stand still...That bear missed a spot.

Tush, my dear

[eorltheyoung]

You always adored that scent in our vital days. You said the only thing more arousing was the smell and spatter of gore from our enemies as we carved our way through them.

Ah, those were the days, founding a kingdom with my sword and your flashing hooves.

Come, dear, dear Roffy, let us remember old times together.

And maybe hunt down and slay the ghost of my sons for killing you when I died.

Re: Tush, my dear

[felarof]

*ears perk up*

Really? Hunting and slaying? You would...you would do that for me?

*sniffles, his azure eyes tearing up*

I do miss those nice red stains on my coat, the entrails under my hooves...

*snaps out of it and gets down to business*

What else is in it for me? You still owe me. If you hadn't been clumsy enough to get killed, I would have died an old stallion with a harem instead of a lonely, youthful sacrifice to human stupidity.

Re: Tush, my dear

[eorltheyoung]

Yes, yes, yes! Let us trample on the spectral remains of my immediate descendants, who after all, did abandon the concept of pure, bloodthirsty slaughter in favour of some strange thing called "Government".

And, as for my untimely demise, I'd like to point out that I did die in battle, and since you'd already managed to kill my father FORTY-TWO YEARS EARLIER, perhaps you were not quite as young as you like to pretend you were at your own demise.

As for mares, I seem to recall you were the terror of my broodstock.

PS - Did I ever mention how grateful I am that you rid me of that old terror, Leod? Now let's do the same to Brego's spirit...