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you wear me out, pteron - ghaul - 11-21-2019 do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
He stretches almost like a cat, dragging his talons through the river mud and leaving deep gashes in their wake. His wings spread with the sun turning the membrane of the appendages a strange peachy-red sort of color. Veins of varying sizes are visible for a brief second before he folds the wings over his back with a quick snap. The ragged wounds across his face have begun to heal, slowly, but they still hurt from time to time. Ghaul wades slowly into the river where he takes a deep breath and plunges his face into the stream. The water always stings at first, but the coolness of it soothes his scarring tissue. ghaul @[Pteron] what a creep im so sorry RE: you wear me out, pteron - Pteron - 11-22-2019 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak The sea breeze had swept him south, down around the peninsula of the Pampas and then up into the bay, depositing him here at the mouth of the river. Pteron’s olive gaze follows the water he’s kicked as it is swallowed against by the gurgling rapids, and he draws back a hoof to repeat the action when his blue-tipped ears flick backward at the sound of someone coming nearer. Pteron takes a step back, putting all four feet on the damp bank, and turns to face the stranger. And it is a stranger, one with strange markings and stranger eyes, and Pteron follows the curl of the horse with unhidden curiosity. I like your wings, says the boy who introduces himself as Ghaul, and Pteron takes a moment to look at the other’s wings as well. Dragon wings, his least favorite, and dragon scales as well. Pteron is not fond of dragons, and it shows in the frown that appears. But this is Ghual and not Reia, and Pteron is able to introduce himself with the trepidation that shows in his face. “Thank you. I’m Pteron.” and then, because he is curious. “How can you see them?” @[Ghaul] -- pteron -- RE: you wear me out, pteron - ghaul - 11-24-2019 do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
They are each fortunate in cultivating relationships with others, though in entirely different ways. While Pteron romances and charms, Ghaul simply collects and takes them. He wonders if this winged stranger will be the first male that he drags back to Pangea as his prize or if Gospel would try to eat him first. The wyrm imagines them each tugging and fighting over the boy’s bone and it brings a smile to his face that comes out crooked and full of pointed teeth. Luckily he can’t see the way his new friend regards him. ghaul @[Pteron] if you want ghaul to attack him he will but i didn't want to rush into it RE: you wear me out, pteron - Pteron - 11-25-2019 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak The stranger answers him, describing a way of navigation Pteron had never considered. Sometimes he can find his nestmate by the warmth they radiate, but that is nothing like what he images this boy must see. What does heat look like? Is it white like fire? Or orange-red-yellow like fire? Maybe it is a nothing color, maybe it is like the shimmer of the horizon on a Loessian summer day. Letting his mind wander is safest in times like these, the boy has found. Letting his mind wander and staying very still. Ghaul’s scales are hard like Reia’s, and his breath is hot behind those many teeth, and he too has little care for Pteron’s personal space. The dun takes a deep breath to hold while he stands immobile beneath the buckskin’s questing mouth, and realizes this is a mistake nearly immediately. Ghaul’s spread wings and talons elicit the proper response, Pteron’s own white wings halt their unfurling in a visible display of his hesitation and uncertainty. Interacting with a predator he does not know is far more difficult than Pteron would have ever anticipated. Does he try to appease him? Apologize? Surrender and hope the mauling is a quick one? Reia likes to be offered sex sometimes, but that’s certainly not happening with Ghaul. Playing dead seems much more tolerable, even with the seemingly endless pain that so comes along with it. Maybe it will be a quick rip of the jugular, Pteron lets himself think, and as he empties his mind in an effort to prepare himself, his olive-eyes catch for the first time on the markings along his face. They remind him of a cold night with the universe wrapped tight around him. “I like your stars,” he tells Ghaul with a soft smile. It won’t be so bad to die thinking about those stars. @[ghaul] -- pteron -- RE: you wear me out, pteron - ghaul - 11-25-2019 do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
Ghaul has not yet learned to fear anyone or anything in this world. All of his adversaries to date have been met with rage as he rises to face each challenge set forth before him. Perhaps one day he will learn what it means to fear death, but for now he has the upper hand with Pteron’s life cupped gently in his palms. He could snuff the light from his eyes in seconds. The piebald boy is like a baby bird, fallen from the nest and at the mercy of the cat who stumbled upon him. ghaul @[Pteron] its like friendship rings but permanent and he has no choice! RE: you wear me out, pteron - Pteron - 12-03-2019 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak He asks about stars, about why Pteron likes them, and the dun pauses for a long moment. He pauses long enough that Ghaul tells him why he likes his wings, and Pteron swallows audibly. There are a great many things from which he can recover, but he is not quite sure how feasible life after consumption might be. He’s seen pieces of his flesh on the red clay of Loess before, left them behind when he moved away without a mark on him. But how fast can he heal? Where does he heal from? The answers to these questions seem far more immediately important than why he likes stars. Pteron knows better to delay though, an overlong pause is nearly as bad as the wrong answer. “They’re lights in the sky at night. Like fireflies, but always bright, and no matter how high I fly they never seem any closer.” He has tried, many times, and each time the air becomes too cold or his head too light, and he regains consciousness while tumbling back to the earth. Too far, he’s found; some things are beyond his reach. “Please do not eat them,” he adds, knowing that his voice trembles but unable to control it. “You could have some feathers, but I like that they are attached to me.” -- pteron -- @[ghaul] RE: you wear me out, pteron - ghaul - 12-17-2019 do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
The little gasp that comes curling so meekly from Pteron’s throat delights Ghaul but he does not pursue another taste of the pegasus. Instead, he is happy with what little he has taken for himself while the other tries to explain stars from him. His voice wavers with the trembling of his nerves and it oddly soothes the monster-boy. Some of the words he says don’t make sense but he likes the idea of these stars being unattainable, beyond reach. His tail swishes back and forth while he considers this description for a moment longer. ghaul @[Pteron] RE: you wear me out, pteron - Pteron - 12-28-2019 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak They are standing so close that Pteron can feel the shift of air when the stallion beside him tilts his head up. He must be trying to see the stars, Pteron realizes. Best not to tell him that stars aren’t usually visible in the late afternoon, he wisely decides. He’s rewarded for this thoughtfulness – and for his earlier plea – by the sound of his companion’s laughter. The bump along his jaw contains no teeth at all. Pteron releases a shaky breath, less reassured by the other’s assessment of his humor were he to have his wings removed. Pteron’s stiff wings do not soften until after Ghaul has pulled away again, and the question he asks doesn’t quite match the subtle loosening of his muscles. “It took a long time to learn,” he tells Ghaul, deciding that an answer that was not bragged was probably in his best interest. “But now that I know how, yes. It’s pretty easy. Like running, I guess.” -- pteron -- @[ghaul] |