11-18-2018, 08:36 PM
the taigan
He stilled when he saw her, his calculating eyes taking in the large scar across her breast, the splash of more scars across one side of her. Even still, she held herself with a grace and dignity, an elegance without pride. There seemed to be a light shining from within her and through her eyes, as if she'd bottled up the heavens to guard it in this body that refused to break.
Their gazes met, his light ice-blue eyes steady on her, watching as she startled then gradually relaxed. He had assumed his coat would cause that reaction often, and so he was not surprised. Nor was he sorry. It was only accepted, and he moved on.
"Hello," she greeted, her voice soft, ringing to him like the soft whisper of windchimes in the distance on a quiet day. His head lifted, ears forward. "I'm sorry if I've disturbed you."
He gave a subtle shake of his head in dismissal of the apology. It was not necessary. She was not a disturbance.
With his gaze still on hers, he slipped forward. His black hooves turned to ink in the water as he crossed the small creek, the current tickling and laughing softly at his quiet pass. Dim moonlight lit the dark along his shoulders and spine just enough to show the royal purple sleeping in a bed of wolf-grey.
He was comfortable with not speaking as he drifted to a silent stop. He'd learned over the years that it could be a little unnerving to some, but that knowledge did not change who he was. He was a man accustomed to intuition and reading body language, unwilling to fully trust what one says rather than what one does.
His wife had said she loved him.
Her actions had told the truth.
"Are you lost?" he asked quietly, his voice drawing out in a breath of darkness in the forest, bright blue eyes on hers. It was spoken plainly, softly curious at this new addition to his night. Welcoming, though. He was not much for social events, but he did enjoy meeting new faces. Most especially those that loved this forest as much as he.
