Bittersweet and strange;

[Obscene]

I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

“Oh I disagree.” His voice cuts through the momentary pause that follows Reave’s voice as the wildflowers almost seem to part before him, a black and gold entity with long ears that point at the tips. His red eyes survey the situation, that smug smirk firmly on his wicked dark lips, as a small white ball of light hovers over his shoulder. “She might enjoy meeting some of them.” A pause as he joins the little group but doesn’t distance himself from her quite as much as Reave does. “And this one has no problem introducing himself.” A flash in the dark red of his eyes, a roguish grin replacing the smirk and momentarily twisting the smooth indifference of his expression into something else. “I’m Obscene.”

“Haven’t you heard? Obscene means to fill his Court with the loveliest and most powerful that Beqanna has to offer.” Aela had known exactly what she had been doing when she had dropped those words in Loess. She also hadn’t been wrong. It’s what brings him from his rolling meadows of flowers to the usually barren common land today. Just in case there was something worth snatching. And while he isn’t sure if this young stranger will eventually classify as powerful, she certainly fits the criteria for beautiful.

His gaze lingers for a moment on the red and white stallion, a curious expression reflected in his crimson iris’s as he studies the protruding bones. Light still hovers beside him, the wisp never seems to be able to stay still but manages to appear always in that same place above his golden smeared shoulder. He nods as if it speaks to him. “Interesting.” He says quietly, almost as if meant for himself, those fiery eyes that remain steady on the chestnut male somehow giving off a feeling of cool appraisal. It breaks, finally, to turn his handsome Fae face back to her, threads of gold woven in the thick black strands of his mane dancing lightly against his arched neck as the fingers of a summer breeze pull through his hair.

“You would fit easily amongst the wildflowers, child.” He states, the indifference settling back on his features. As if he couldn’t care less one way or another how this little meeting would go. Beneath that smooth surface he is already bored with the tediousness of this kind of task and hopes to wrap it up. Quickly. With her agreeing to join him in the Pampas.

obscene

@[Nereza]
@[Reave]