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SecretSound (Ah, thanks. I wasn't intending to put that portion of Hipp's abilities to too much use, since I can hardly make up what Hipp knows about other characters, and she doesn't like being invasive in any case. I appreciate any information other players give me, all the same))
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Mapleicious
Hippocampus twitched at Zeus's choice of words throughout his explanation.
Self-Preservation? Not every dragon would be set to gratifying work, that Hipp could already understand. But they were the deities' children, for Tidelord's sake! Whatever the guardian said, she refused to believe that any misfortune that fell upon exalted dragons was the deity's fault.
Nevertheless, she couldn't deny a dragon's wish to be their own self. Tidelord knows how long she had fought to keep her own thoughts in her head when she could so easily be drawn into someone else's; her struggle to stay in the same language spoke wonders on that. One ear flickered when he mentioned Apocalypse, as she'd already fished the name from Zeus's head.
She watched the guardian leave, her head swimming in the information she'd received, and hungering for more. Usually when she saw into a dragon's past she saw the most prominent pieces of their memory; what they remembered the clearest. This unfortunately meant that she tended to be plagued by their worst, bloodiest memories, but also the faces of the dragons that meant the most to them. In this Zeus had been lacking in the few glimpses she had received; and while the drake's concern for Snowdrift was heavy on her, she knew this was not the feelings of a dragon who knew love.
She didn't know what to make of this dragon, but she trusted that his words were honest ones. If all the hunters was like Apocalypse, then at least she knew whose side she was on. They were just like her clanmates, trying to take it into their hands to decide where another dragon belonged.
Hipp suddenly started out of her trance, realizing that the nocturne had been talking to her.
"I go by Hippocampus, mi amigo, when I chose to go by name. Don't trouble yourself over it, names aren't meant to be said in a rush." She trilled softly, turning her gaze back to the sky.
"Our star shan't rise for another hour, so we have time yet. Time to find Snowdrift; time to lock horns with fellow hunters..." The spiral's accent thickened, trailing away into that chattering tongue of hers.