08-27-2021, 11:02 PM
On this day, Cassiell found himself lounging within a particularly stout pine there in the forest, draped across a collection of branches like an oversized panther. So rarely did he place himself in so vulnerable a position -- and in a public place no less -- as he found himself being lulled into a half-dozing state by the whisper of the chill autumn wind dancing through the evergreens. But even brooding, seemingly heartless brutes have to nap every once-in-a-while, no?
The sound of movement beneath him was enough to stir the stallion from his reverie, though, and his ears were soon pricking at the sound of delicate hooves upon the forest floor while his nostrils flared to catch the scent of the young filly down below. Hefting his great skull, he cast his gaze downward to see those molten eyes of his catching upon the sight of that most peculiar creature -- a filly like none he had ever seen before. Eyelids lowering to see his golden orbs half-hooded, he studied her most shamelessly from behind that curtain of pine needles, taking in the sight of her moth-like wings, her antennae, the downy fur which dappled her form.
A nearly inaudible grunt huffing from deep within his own chest was his only outward response to his initial study of the little femme.
But when she posed that question seemingly to the tree itself -- the tree in which he was currently perched -- the midnight pegasus could hardly resist. "I have many ideas," came his rumbling reply, his baritone roiling to life like a bout of dark thunder from the treetop. With a faint smirk toying at the corner of his velveteen lips, the stallion flexed his raven wings and, with a few beats, was able to hoist his form off of its haphazard perch to see him instead leaping to the ground to land just out of reach of the peculiar foal. He landed heavily, tarnished hooves digging hungrily into the loamy earth, to see him then looming over the youth, golden eyes only for her.
Lofting a single eyebrow in clear question, he continued to simply look down upon her for a few moments more before he finally broke his own silence with another rumble of: "Though at present, my main idea is to wonder at what a young one like you is doing wandering about alone?"
The sound of movement beneath him was enough to stir the stallion from his reverie, though, and his ears were soon pricking at the sound of delicate hooves upon the forest floor while his nostrils flared to catch the scent of the young filly down below. Hefting his great skull, he cast his gaze downward to see those molten eyes of his catching upon the sight of that most peculiar creature -- a filly like none he had ever seen before. Eyelids lowering to see his golden orbs half-hooded, he studied her most shamelessly from behind that curtain of pine needles, taking in the sight of her moth-like wings, her antennae, the downy fur which dappled her form.
A nearly inaudible grunt huffing from deep within his own chest was his only outward response to his initial study of the little femme.
But when she posed that question seemingly to the tree itself -- the tree in which he was currently perched -- the midnight pegasus could hardly resist. "I have many ideas," came his rumbling reply, his baritone roiling to life like a bout of dark thunder from the treetop. With a faint smirk toying at the corner of his velveteen lips, the stallion flexed his raven wings and, with a few beats, was able to hoist his form off of its haphazard perch to see him instead leaping to the ground to land just out of reach of the peculiar foal. He landed heavily, tarnished hooves digging hungrily into the loamy earth, to see him then looming over the youth, golden eyes only for her.
Lofting a single eyebrow in clear question, he continued to simply look down upon her for a few moments more before he finally broke his own silence with another rumble of: "Though at present, my main idea is to wonder at what a young one like you is doing wandering about alone?"
cassiell
temperance is a virtue
@Saturnelle