i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
He is aware of her the moment she settles on the opposite bank, her memories a cloud of stories around her dancing on the emotion coursing through her breast. He is curious, as he always is, but he says nothing at first. Instead he stares, blue eyes gleaming with a strange brightness behind the glow of his bone mask. He knows the moment she realizes he is there, and the moment she recognizes what she is looking at. The revulsion and the fascination that war with each other.
He is used to the way his bones rupture so sharply from his skin, but he knows it is an uncommon sight to most of the world. One day, when he had reached the peak of adulthood, his body would settle into immortality and the bone would stop growing. He has seen all the paths that lead to it - an inevitability. Until then however, the bone would grow and he would bleed.
A grin pulls across his lips when she finally snaps from her reverie and surges forward, shouting across the water at him.
Slipping forward, he splashes through the water until he reaches the opposite bank. Rune, annoyed by the spray of water, screeches before spreading his wings and launching into the sky. The movement releases another trickle of blood. Reave ignores it as easily as he has all the rest. When he is finally close enough they could have a normal conversation, the red and white stallion grins impishly, eyes gleaming with amusement. “How kind of you to be so concerned for my welfare,” he offers by way of greeting, gaze steady on her from behind his mask. There is something decidedly roguish in the look he gives her. “I must ask though, what would you have done if I were not okay?”
reave
@Djuna