The Gentle Giant

[demian]

This was the way the night had cashed in. Choices had been made and things happened, and here we were. It was sad, and funny. My life was made of this. Stuff like this.

It seems like the field had been the one place he frequented most these past months. He was constantly searching for new faces to fill the Valley's walls with. The silence had grown too great and once again it was time to fix that. For it wasn't something that could last especially with the silent threats whispering on the wind that blew throughout Beqanna.

Not that the Valley was the target, but to go unfilled was a risk they were taking in allowing others to come in and take over their home. Of course though, that wasn't something Demian could allow... So he steps into the Valley with a new determination. His orange jaguar spots glowed brightly in the sunlight against his light gray coat, wings tucked comfortably at his sides while his ears twitched slightly in search of the sounds of a loners travels.

It would be easier if he could just see who he was looking for, but listening for them was becoming easier due to his lack of eyes. It took a while but he soon caught the sounds of heavy hooves stepping tenderly through the grass as the one they carried grazed. Like the mare, Demian had never minded isolation. In fact, he had sought it many a times.

Before the jaguar stallion had made his way into view in the Valley he had spent years living alone in the back caves of the kingdoms along the oceanside, avoiding all contact he could.

And he had enjoyed it.

Slowly he stepped forward, making his way towards the mare, clearing his throat slightly before calling out with a deep and quiet voice. "Hello," coming to a stop a few feet away he shuffled his wings gently against his sides before letting a small smile tilt the edges of his lips. "I'm Demian... May I ask your name?"

demian

carnage x adalind

@[Hugo]