01-20-2020, 05:38 PM
I believe I'd die if I only could
I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good
A blind horse could’ve read Tipper’s thoughts. At the very sound of Lepis’s hoof slamming into the bedrock his smile looks defeated and his head turns gently away, eyes roaming the wide open hills and flats so she can’t exactly see how blatantly aggravated he’s become. But he’s sure she can feel it radiating in waves.
Tipper is a commoner. If anything, @[Lepis] has destroyed what confidence he might’ve had in his self worth and, if he’d truly been a Loess initiate he wouldn’t be for very long after this encounter. She scorns his actual attempts at reason in place of her faulty, misplaced logic and so the unicorn bites his tongue with a half-hearted, “Yea I’ll get right on that.” Though each word is swept away by a whistling, bitter gale of wind.
Wolfbane was the one possessed by a curse and in the wrong but damn his ex had gotten just as delusional in the meantime.
Her question is stupid enough that Tipp turns back to look at her, throwing the same exact shade she’d thrown at him with a mute brown eye roll that could’ve been, “ugh, royal scum” or “ugh, women” or just plain “ugh.” Of-freaking-course he thought she would seriously have murdered him. Any non-magical horse would’ve - especially feeling the warmth of her emotional manipulation at exactly the same time he’d been poised to take a leap. And then her thoughts, so clear and so strong! Forcing their way into his mind and being so loud about it. He contemplated leaving, because any rational equine would after having endured what poor Tipper just had, but Wolfbane and his many personas wouldn’t be satisfied with that ending. Not now. Not when they felt they had something to prove.
“Yea for once I agree with you.” Tipper bowed out, chuckling as she vainly set her feathers to rights and looked at him expectantly. “For starters you’re crazy beautiful. More than I thought you would be? If that makes sense.” He smiles, visibly relaxing. He decides he won’t indulge her on his thoughts concerning her crazy-to-beautiful ratio or the false backstory about how his family insisted most royals were inbred freaks.
Tipper the Unicorn wasn’t Beqanna’s standard heartthrob. He wasn’t muscular or the epitome of a warrior knight. No freakish traits like fangs or scales to give him an edge. Just a slender male, less body fat and more wild, lean muscle. He appeared as any powerless nomad would, having spent an adult life wandering from place to place and scavenging through more than one tough winter. Yet there was a strange attractiveness; a niche sort of aesthetic that grass-fed blue bloods might not understand. A survivor's sharpness indicating he could make it far even surrounded by horses stronger, faster, and much more wicked than himself. He doubts Lepis would ‘get it’. No reason she would want to.
“Your eyes,” He hesitates for a second, unsure of how to proceed. She would be able to tell that he was getting tongue-tied, because what he said next sounded husky and secretive, “they’re mesmerizing, Lepis. Like a thundercloud. When you-” Tipp paused again, uncomfortable with continuing in case he might upset her again, “When you first looked at me, before our, uh, disagreement… when you turned your head and the light of something else was still lingering there…”
Tipper exhaled deeply, almost a whistle of appreciation while his head shook side-to-side gently, “Let’s just say I would’ve jumped willingly into any abyss for you to look at me that way.”
He’s still smiling but the agitation is forgotten now, replaced with a seriousness he’s not shy to express anymore. “Despite everything I’ve ever heard about you and your kind, gossip or legend, meeting you sort of puts it to shame. The real thing, the real you is beautiful and terrifying, regal and mesmerizing.” Tipper explained to her. He was glad to have come across her, death threats and all.
“I think you already knew that, though.” He barely laughed, feeling the fool in front of someone leagues beyond him in rank and ability.
Tipper is a commoner. If anything, @[Lepis] has destroyed what confidence he might’ve had in his self worth and, if he’d truly been a Loess initiate he wouldn’t be for very long after this encounter. She scorns his actual attempts at reason in place of her faulty, misplaced logic and so the unicorn bites his tongue with a half-hearted, “Yea I’ll get right on that.” Though each word is swept away by a whistling, bitter gale of wind.
Wolfbane was the one possessed by a curse and in the wrong but damn his ex had gotten just as delusional in the meantime.
Her question is stupid enough that Tipp turns back to look at her, throwing the same exact shade she’d thrown at him with a mute brown eye roll that could’ve been, “ugh, royal scum” or “ugh, women” or just plain “ugh.” Of-freaking-course he thought she would seriously have murdered him. Any non-magical horse would’ve - especially feeling the warmth of her emotional manipulation at exactly the same time he’d been poised to take a leap. And then her thoughts, so clear and so strong! Forcing their way into his mind and being so loud about it. He contemplated leaving, because any rational equine would after having endured what poor Tipper just had, but Wolfbane and his many personas wouldn’t be satisfied with that ending. Not now. Not when they felt they had something to prove.
“Yea for once I agree with you.” Tipper bowed out, chuckling as she vainly set her feathers to rights and looked at him expectantly. “For starters you’re crazy beautiful. More than I thought you would be? If that makes sense.” He smiles, visibly relaxing. He decides he won’t indulge her on his thoughts concerning her crazy-to-beautiful ratio or the false backstory about how his family insisted most royals were inbred freaks.
Tipper the Unicorn wasn’t Beqanna’s standard heartthrob. He wasn’t muscular or the epitome of a warrior knight. No freakish traits like fangs or scales to give him an edge. Just a slender male, less body fat and more wild, lean muscle. He appeared as any powerless nomad would, having spent an adult life wandering from place to place and scavenging through more than one tough winter. Yet there was a strange attractiveness; a niche sort of aesthetic that grass-fed blue bloods might not understand. A survivor's sharpness indicating he could make it far even surrounded by horses stronger, faster, and much more wicked than himself. He doubts Lepis would ‘get it’. No reason she would want to.
“Your eyes,” He hesitates for a second, unsure of how to proceed. She would be able to tell that he was getting tongue-tied, because what he said next sounded husky and secretive, “they’re mesmerizing, Lepis. Like a thundercloud. When you-” Tipp paused again, uncomfortable with continuing in case he might upset her again, “When you first looked at me, before our, uh, disagreement… when you turned your head and the light of something else was still lingering there…”
Tipper exhaled deeply, almost a whistle of appreciation while his head shook side-to-side gently, “Let’s just say I would’ve jumped willingly into any abyss for you to look at me that way.”
He’s still smiling but the agitation is forgotten now, replaced with a seriousness he’s not shy to express anymore. “Despite everything I’ve ever heard about you and your kind, gossip or legend, meeting you sort of puts it to shame. The real thing, the real you is beautiful and terrifying, regal and mesmerizing.” Tipper explained to her. He was glad to have come across her, death threats and all.
“I think you already knew that, though.” He barely laughed, feeling the fool in front of someone leagues beyond him in rank and ability.
For this thread: Sex: M ◉ Appearance: Unicorn ◉ Mood: Pleasant
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