10-20-2018, 10:35 PM
Like sea serpents entwined they slither beside one another, around and free: moving as one rather than two separate entities. Hoofbeats echoing across the brined soil and sand, across and throughout the vast expanse of coral and of rock. They study barnacles and algae, the ocean life that clings so desperately to this bizarre land. Pale blues, aquamarine, browns, and sickly greens all tied and painted and the scent of rotting fish is not without, something that makes tithe recoil and choke; but Tindalos seems to care little.
Nearly white but undertoned with a pale silvery-cream he stands with red eyes and a stocky build: compact and muscular. His ears swivel and flit, leaning forward to focus on sound after sound; but they push the wavy mane along his neck and face and he finds himself drawn to the flopping sound of the leviathans now lacking their ocean. Tithe, beside him, is more golden and pale: a spattered grey creature whose dark brown eyes look upon the bones and sharks with disgust and horror: his body physically shuddering as porous octopus’ crawl and grasp along the ground.
Kraits are what make him press into Tindalos and he can hear his lover sighing, cooing words of consolation and comfort; but together they continue and the pair find themselves cast within the shadow of a whale’s corpse. Bloated and grotesque its bones are decorated by remora and parasite, and the blubber has long soured. Quickly they pass it, push beyond and walk until the expanse opens and Tindalos can see the dark body of a shadow made real: of a creature whose flesh is just as scarred and ruined as the land.
Tithe whines, but, he is calmed with a nose pressed against his neck and Tindalos draws him forward towards her. Both see her in full glory, both entranced and yet… terrified in a way by the mockery of the ocean born upon her. “A Siren?” Tithe whispers, his dark eyes searching and Tindalos is the first to speak loud, bolder and with more certainty.
“Aye, risen with the land? Welcome back to the surface.” he states it clearly, offering her a bow of his head and gesturing in such a way that Tithe, too, imitates and acts. “Seems Pangea found itself a reason to be risen again, probably the God-Mage at it again.” liberal with his words he shrugs, but, does not seem to have further commentary for now, instead it is Tithe that steps forward just an inch.
Timid but not scared he is clear, “Pardon his lack of introduction, I am Tithe- son of Shiv and formerly born in this land. This is Tindalos, a would’ve-been-prince of the Taiga once upon a time; but it matters little there. Time has passed for that. Have you slept long? There may be much you have missed.”
At the commentary of would’ve-been-prince he sighs, Tindalos’ gaze diverting and his ears pressing backwards. Still, he is gentle, taking the soft nose and bumping into Tithe’s neck and cheek before looking Mordgeld over and noting the patterns and multitudes of wrongs: of ocean born into her form.”Quite the gifts you have to withstand that, pressure and ocean: things more frightening and ancient than any beast or God.” its a compliment, soft and yet affirmative, not subtle in any way.
@[Mordgeld]
Nearly white but undertoned with a pale silvery-cream he stands with red eyes and a stocky build: compact and muscular. His ears swivel and flit, leaning forward to focus on sound after sound; but they push the wavy mane along his neck and face and he finds himself drawn to the flopping sound of the leviathans now lacking their ocean. Tithe, beside him, is more golden and pale: a spattered grey creature whose dark brown eyes look upon the bones and sharks with disgust and horror: his body physically shuddering as porous octopus’ crawl and grasp along the ground.
Kraits are what make him press into Tindalos and he can hear his lover sighing, cooing words of consolation and comfort; but together they continue and the pair find themselves cast within the shadow of a whale’s corpse. Bloated and grotesque its bones are decorated by remora and parasite, and the blubber has long soured. Quickly they pass it, push beyond and walk until the expanse opens and Tindalos can see the dark body of a shadow made real: of a creature whose flesh is just as scarred and ruined as the land.
Tithe whines, but, he is calmed with a nose pressed against his neck and Tindalos draws him forward towards her. Both see her in full glory, both entranced and yet… terrified in a way by the mockery of the ocean born upon her. “A Siren?” Tithe whispers, his dark eyes searching and Tindalos is the first to speak loud, bolder and with more certainty.
“Aye, risen with the land? Welcome back to the surface.” he states it clearly, offering her a bow of his head and gesturing in such a way that Tithe, too, imitates and acts. “Seems Pangea found itself a reason to be risen again, probably the God-Mage at it again.” liberal with his words he shrugs, but, does not seem to have further commentary for now, instead it is Tithe that steps forward just an inch.
Timid but not scared he is clear, “Pardon his lack of introduction, I am Tithe- son of Shiv and formerly born in this land. This is Tindalos, a would’ve-been-prince of the Taiga once upon a time; but it matters little there. Time has passed for that. Have you slept long? There may be much you have missed.”
At the commentary of would’ve-been-prince he sighs, Tindalos’ gaze diverting and his ears pressing backwards. Still, he is gentle, taking the soft nose and bumping into Tithe’s neck and cheek before looking Mordgeld over and noting the patterns and multitudes of wrongs: of ocean born into her form.”Quite the gifts you have to withstand that, pressure and ocean: things more frightening and ancient than any beast or God.” its a compliment, soft and yet affirmative, not subtle in any way.
@[Mordgeld]