04-18-2020, 05:29 PM
GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
He snorts softly when she shifts, but he reminds himself to be a courteous host. She doesn’t present herself the same way the other pretenders do and so he calms. But the ice in her mane intrigues him, draws him closer to examine her until he is perhaps intruding in her personal space. Ghaul sniffs at her and touches his nose to the frost before withdrawing backward to reconsider her. Strange, and he has always liked strange. He grins as she speaks her name and a breath of soot escapes his nostrils.
“Cynder. I like that name,” he notes as he shifts his great weight. “Yes, like a dragon because I am. Clarissa is equally so lucky.”
He forgets that not everyone is so familiar with his twin flame. His head turns and the glimmering stars seem to quiet as he searches their surroundings for her outline before returning his attention back to the newcomer. This one is soft and kind, it seems, and she reminds him of his wife in that way. A soft clicking builds in his throat as he thinks quietly to himself for a moment longer before adjusting the way his wings lay across his back.
“I intend for this to be my nesting grounds, but you could stay also, if you like. I think this region is perfect for our kind.”
His head tilts in an almost bird-like fashion as he tries to gauge her reaction. It might be nice to have other broods growing up alongside his own, or even just company whenever he and Clarissa are apart. Cynder’s presence is the least offensive he has encountered in quite some time.
“Cynder. I like that name,” he notes as he shifts his great weight. “Yes, like a dragon because I am. Clarissa is equally so lucky.”
He forgets that not everyone is so familiar with his twin flame. His head turns and the glimmering stars seem to quiet as he searches their surroundings for her outline before returning his attention back to the newcomer. This one is soft and kind, it seems, and she reminds him of his wife in that way. A soft clicking builds in his throat as he thinks quietly to himself for a moment longer before adjusting the way his wings lay across his back.
“I intend for this to be my nesting grounds, but you could stay also, if you like. I think this region is perfect for our kind.”
His head tilts in an almost bird-like fashion as he tries to gauge her reaction. It might be nice to have other broods growing up alongside his own, or even just company whenever he and Clarissa are apart. Cynder’s presence is the least offensive he has encountered in quite some time.