The male looms like the dark shadow against a blaze of settling sunlight. The orange glints over the blue-grey of his skin to create a murky smudge over one scarred hip. He pauses a moment to scent the air but there is another body lurking dangerously close. It is male, it is painted in a contrast of two opposing colors, it is his son quite clearly but Lior allows the distance to float between them.
The man knows his offspring easily by the make of their bodies and the salt of their skin. They are the strong blood of he and Nayl.
Dragonborn.
The heavy male continues his movement after the small pause, a small touch of a smile pulls at his whiskered lips before- "Dad?", the boy remembers him.
Lior stops his progression abruptly before he turns with the creak and pop of an older stallion. Lior had been once blackened by the night's embrace but now he has emerged as a metallic blue-grey. The pale eyes seem to float beneath the tangled hair of his wide brow. "Son." The word is offered with a grunt but his features reflect his happiness despite his lack of open expression. Lior does not hesitate to close space between them, gathering his boy to him in a heavy embrace.
Lior surprises himself that he has initiated the hug but it felt good to have his one and only boy so close to him. "So much has changed." The man murmurs as he breaks the connection to them, looking over how Castile has grown to be such a handsome boy, a true dragon. "Where is your mother...sisters?" He demands the answers gently but with a straight gaze, he does not mean to push the child (not a child now...a man) but he asks knowing he may or may not receive an answer. He had been unconscious and silent for so long.
but i can still remember just the way you taste
@Aeris