08-25-2021, 09:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-25-2021, 05:57 PM by Cassiell.
Edit Reason: Had to change his name.
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The distance which remained between them was left to remain, the obsidian behemoth himself neither advancing further nor retreating backward to grant the femme her space. Still, he loomed over the sabino, his own golden eyes fixated upon her facade. But for all that she clearly held his attention, still, he was not deaf to the nighttime world around them. Still, his ears pivoted, taking in every rustle of autumn-stained leaf. Still, his nostrils flared, drinking in the scent of the mare before him, along with those of the forest. If any danger lurked between these trees, he was clearly hellbound to be aware of it.
Any danger beyond his own person, that is.
"Aloy," he echoed that singular syllable when it was thus offered, testing out the sound of it upon his tongue. But then there were her further words. Cheeky. Almost brazen to a fault. Arching his dark neck in a ripple of coiling muscle, the stud let loose with another huff. A mere amused exhalation.
There was much he could say -- a barrage of questions which danced just on the tip of his tongue. But self-restraint was what separated the wheat from the chaff and he was no chaff. There was more than enough time to sate his own curiosity. Later. So it was that his own reply remained simple, succinct, to the point. A roiling rumble of, "Cassiell," in way of his own introduction.
For all that he had been flying nearly non-stop for a full day and a full night, for all that the muscles along his back and inky wings ached, he didn't let it show. Still his stance remained relaxed: his left hock cocked, his ebony tail lightly swishing in time with the crisp breeze toying about the pair. And yet, as ever, his gaze remained full of intense feeling -- twin stars in the night twinkling with some nameless sort of need. A hunger.
A hunger for more information.
"Tell me, how familiar are you with these lands?" Came the stud's next demand for said information, his rich baritone almost warm in comparison to the midnight chill. There was still much more to be said, more that he could ask, but all such words were left unvoiced. For now.
Any danger beyond his own person, that is.
"Aloy," he echoed that singular syllable when it was thus offered, testing out the sound of it upon his tongue. But then there were her further words. Cheeky. Almost brazen to a fault. Arching his dark neck in a ripple of coiling muscle, the stud let loose with another huff. A mere amused exhalation.
There was much he could say -- a barrage of questions which danced just on the tip of his tongue. But self-restraint was what separated the wheat from the chaff and he was no chaff. There was more than enough time to sate his own curiosity. Later. So it was that his own reply remained simple, succinct, to the point. A roiling rumble of, "Cassiell," in way of his own introduction.
For all that he had been flying nearly non-stop for a full day and a full night, for all that the muscles along his back and inky wings ached, he didn't let it show. Still his stance remained relaxed: his left hock cocked, his ebony tail lightly swishing in time with the crisp breeze toying about the pair. And yet, as ever, his gaze remained full of intense feeling -- twin stars in the night twinkling with some nameless sort of need. A hunger.
A hunger for more information.
"Tell me, how familiar are you with these lands?" Came the stud's next demand for said information, his rich baritone almost warm in comparison to the midnight chill. There was still much more to be said, more that he could ask, but all such words were left unvoiced. For now.
cassiell
temperance is a virtue
@Aloy