warn your warmth to turn away (any)

[demian]

It seems he and Rhonan were the only ones frequently making their way in and out of the Valley this past year. Like before Demian had made his move to build the Valley back up it had once again fallen into a state of silence and inactivity and it was making him impatient. The hard work he had put in seemed almost to be somewhat for nothing... But he knew Gallows and Fennick, especially Fennick with his quiet unsociable ways had done their best. And Demian knew more than most that sometimes things just didn't go as planned, as unfortunate as that was.

In an effort to escape it, the silence Demian found himself wandering outside the Valleys borders past the wolves that ran alongside it as silent protectors and into the darkness beyond. He walked it seemed for hours through the early morning darkness, and into the sunrise of the morning. It was only when he felt the warmth of the sun on his face and back that he knew it was day and in that moment he was stepping into the field.

It took a while, but with the carrying voices of mares and stallions he soon realized where exactly he was. This common ground of seeking out a home was more than an ironic place for him to stop. You could say it was the strong desire to build the Valley's numbers once more that led him here rather than his blindness carrying him off the edge of some cliff. Softly he sighs, his wings hugging his sides tightly as he shifts his weight from one side and then to the other as he turns his head towards the loudest of voices and listens in.

"No, no. You wont do," he whispers under his breath. Whoever had drawn the small crowd already had plenty of offers and he wasn't much of the type to plant himself in large groups in order to win another's acceptance. It was then he hears her steps in the form of a quick run and then the sudden sliding to a stop. Snapping his head in the direction of the noise his ears prick forward and he finds himself blindly focused on whomever felt the need to run at such a brisk pace.

It is now he finds himself turning, hooves digging into the soft dirt as he moves into a fluid walk through the yellow grasses. It takes only a few minutes but he eventually finds himself approaching the one that had kicked up all the dust and with a soft snort he lets her know of his presence before he gets too close."Hello there," His voice is gruff but soft as it carries through his lips and into the empty space between them. "I'm Demian," his introduction is simple, as it always has been.

"What exactly are you running from? Should I be worried?" A hint of amusement touches at his tone as a smile turns up the corners of his lips slightly. My was he rusty at this. He was definitely going to need to practice and he could only hope the one in front of him would be understanding.