He forgets it is a bit shocking to be able to rearrange your molecules, breaking down or reassembling right in front of someone’s eyes like water where you were once solid, and then you are again solid ̶ he forgets that this isn’t an everyday thing for some folks. And even so, it isn’t often a raven turns into a horse, but in Beqanna it seems perfectly fitting. He studies her eyes taking him in, and notices she does not scowl, reading a bit of standard worry in the lines of her feminine face. His gaze moves along her antlers and over her body, each dip and bend of it, and then back to her pretty face. He doesn’t respond at first, letting her get all her words out in each honey-sweet interval. His ears twist and prick, indicating that he is listening carefully, and his nostrils flutter with his steady breaths.
He notices her courage, but to him it seems like a kitten arching its back, hissing. It would easily be her last stand, if he were like that, if he were to even bother to hurt someone for no reason. He is not like that, and he would not, not these days anyway. Without cause, what use is violence? His coat bears the map of his historical run ins with violence, and each time very much had its purpose ̶ most of which was life and death.
“No intrusion, Oriash.” he looks to the ocean, waves lapping toward their feet as the tide begins to rise. The skies turning grayer and darker, the rain not far away; warm summer rain. His teal eyes settle back to her, “I am Chemdog, and I haunt this place, but I do not chase anyone away.” his voice rumbles just above the gentle crashing of the seawater over the black sands. “So what makes you return to these shores then? Just a bit of nostalgia?” He is genuinely curious what about this place has a small, yet strong tether to her spirit to have brought her here. Maybe it is the same thing that anchors him to these hallowed onyx beaches.
CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall
to the window, to the wall
@Oriash
AYYEEEEE <3
same!!!
