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paint it black; any - Lior - 01-02-2017 The forest offers a sanctuary for the large man. It cleanses his eyes of the salt sea and it's sharp grass stings. The dormant tree limbs and their nakedness weave overhead as a stringy dark crow shrieks in an announcement of Lior's presence. Steely eyes rotate upward to study the accusing bird before moving on. Here, he is washed free of the painted queen' s scent and out of her tantalizing touch. He has determined she only wants to rule the dark creature through teasing means. It was rather frustrating. Thick chest expands as the frosted air awakens his senses and beats away the settled dust. It was rather easy to lose your place in time, your identity, in those pretty pretty eyes that set into Nayl's equally pretty head. She unhinged the usually sullen man with nothing more than a side eye, a whispering of a touch, only their shadows every truly touching. Lior envies the draping darkness at their hooves. The forest seems to awakening this in him. He becomes self aware. Mercury eyes darken a bit as he exhales the breath that he has forgotten he had been holding. It felt good when the cold air replaces the salt that seemed to have encased his bones. Her grip lessens here but Nayl's ghost still gently creeps behind his eyes but Lior could not deny the beckon of the forest. RE: paint it black; any - AuroraElis - 01-03-2017 AuroraElis If You Love Me Don't Let Go RE: paint it black; any - Lior - 01-03-2017 Mercury eyes slide along the frozen land with fleeting notations. Here there was a few deer scrounging up bits of weak roots, there was a squirrel woken from an early slumber. These creatures keeping time with life and it's never ending rotation. Lior finds contentment in witnessing their routines. Did they have the squabbles that Beqanna faced? Was there an alternate existence within the confines of this land? Lior shook these questions away along with the light dusting of snow that had accumulated along the edge of his spine. Heavy hooves lift to begin their echo of thud-thud when a deafening clamoring came smashing into his scarred hind end. In the blur of noise and flesh, lobes are pinned and stitched within the tangled mess of his poll. Lids slit over the now liquid silver of his eyes, lips pulling away to reveal a snarl of sharp teeth that readied for the taste of flesh and bone. But in a rather agile pivot of motion for the tall stallion, reveals a smaller brown mare rightfully scrambling after bouncing off his larger bulk. A smooth ripple composes his features and returns them to the flat stoic observation he had held moments before. A single ear releases from his skull but the silver-gray of his eyes remain watching her. Plumes of frosted air fill in the awkward gap that now was between them after the other sputtered through words and hesitations. His gaze moves over her in a rapid motion. She is young, blue eyed and brilliantly winged like the gaudy peacock. Would she be a reflection of the bird? Lior allows the silence to sift into the cracks of silence between them for a moment before shattering it with the clap of his thundercloud laced words. “Be more careful, mare." And with those five syllables, he is quiet again and turning his gaze back to the span of naked sleeping trees that lay at his hooves. RE: paint it black; any - AuroraElis - 01-03-2017 AuroraElis Not all that Glitters is Gold RE: paint it black; any - Lior - 01-05-2017 She is delicate. Wispy and not much more than the very feathers that practically swallowed her svelte form. He takes note of this and the wide eyed expression that betrays the innocence of her features. Lior envies the naivety of this chocolate and cream horse for a few brief moments. Keen hearing catches her words despite his obvious lack of attention. Lior figures he could block her out, block them all out, if only he hid himself away from the world. But they always seem to find him. Perhaps it is the stone and wetness that seems to fill the air that touches his skin. Perhaps it is his inky black figure that blots out the crystalline white of the winter. Mercury filled eyes shift to that of his new companion, softening from the hard stone of moments before. Apparently she was going to stick around despite his quiet somber demeanor. "This place? We are in the forest of Beqanna." Tones are flat, matter-of-factly. His gaze settles upon her own. Though no hint of amusement touches his features, the tall dark stallion would entertain this woman's company. "What is your name?" This time, the vocals are audiably softer, as he asks still with a steely gaze. Lior had never been one for conversation but he would attempt it out of consideration for this new pilgrim who has found herself alone in a strange land. RE: paint it black; any - AuroraElis - 01-08-2017 AuroraElis If you Love me Don't let Go |