("You should visit us more often.")
He agreed.
There is more history here than he can wrap his head around, his mother's voice comes hissing from every corner—shadows of massive clouds passing over the dunes even remind him of the old Dragon Queen and he scoffs.
Dragon Queen, General, and she offs herself for no good reason.
("Vanquish would especially like it.")
He hasn't visited his father yet—he doesn't know what to say to him, doesn't want to admit that he has failed the old man time and time again. But he has to, sooner or later; someone has to tell him his little deal with Nocturnal fell through and that his son wasn't all that she promised. Grinning, the shapeshifter steps over the border nonchalantly and a ripple of magic spreads from his hoof; The Deserts, possibly startled by his immunity, reverberates its findings back to the rulers so they can come investigate the cause of such a disturbance. Tarnished has no idea that this is happening, of course; he is much too busy enjoying the distant smell of the sea and getting used to the sand beneath his hooves again to worry about that. He might not always enjoy being here, but home is home—no matter who you are.
As he is slinking along, it's by chance he catches sight of a familiar peafowl-marked figure; she seems to be enjoying the view herself and while it be far from him to disturb her, he cannot help laughing at his own luck. "Fancy seeing you here, Lu," his grin never leaves and his eyes, sharp as ever, scan over her body carefully. There's no signs of… anything, yet, and he shrugs it off. Maybe there isn't anything to worry about. Dark nights didn't always lead to the pitter-patter of little terrors. He'd have a massive horde of children by now if such were the case. Especially from his days in the cult.
(I wrote this on my phone. #yolo)
He agreed.
There is more history here than he can wrap his head around, his mother's voice comes hissing from every corner—shadows of massive clouds passing over the dunes even remind him of the old Dragon Queen and he scoffs.
Dragon Queen, General, and she offs herself for no good reason.
("Vanquish would especially like it.")
He hasn't visited his father yet—he doesn't know what to say to him, doesn't want to admit that he has failed the old man time and time again. But he has to, sooner or later; someone has to tell him his little deal with Nocturnal fell through and that his son wasn't all that she promised. Grinning, the shapeshifter steps over the border nonchalantly and a ripple of magic spreads from his hoof; The Deserts, possibly startled by his immunity, reverberates its findings back to the rulers so they can come investigate the cause of such a disturbance. Tarnished has no idea that this is happening, of course; he is much too busy enjoying the distant smell of the sea and getting used to the sand beneath his hooves again to worry about that. He might not always enjoy being here, but home is home—no matter who you are.
As he is slinking along, it's by chance he catches sight of a familiar peafowl-marked figure; she seems to be enjoying the view herself and while it be far from him to disturb her, he cannot help laughing at his own luck. "Fancy seeing you here, Lu," his grin never leaves and his eyes, sharp as ever, scan over her body carefully. There's no signs of… anything, yet, and he shrugs it off. Maybe there isn't anything to worry about. Dark nights didn't always lead to the pitter-patter of little terrors. He'd have a massive horde of children by now if such were the case. Especially from his days in the cult.
(I wrote this on my phone. #yolo)
equus mutatio, immortality, disease manipulation, trait immunity