Beware of her thundering hooves

[Elysium]

watch your tongue or have it cut from your head,
save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.

   And much like the quiet, graceful insect he so deeply resembled, Elysium emerged from the thicket with his compound eyes glittering in the faint sunlight. He attempted to focus on the two figures standing before him; he knew one to be his King simply by his scent and voice alone. He had grown used to Demian's soft but still firm tone, which always seemed to be laced with amusement. Though he knew Demian to be serious when the occasion called for it, there always seemed to be a mirthful trill to the way he formed and patterned his sentences. He himself had been just as easily recognized - his four forelegs and two hindlegs created a rhythmic beat that was unlike the heavy footfalls of any other that may be found hidden away in the forest; it was a unique sound and one that made his presence a recognizable one to the once blind King.

   His form moves forward towards the two with an eerie grace, his limbs cycling smoothly as he steps closer. While his physique is still very much equine, his unusual dark eyes, wavering antennae and broad, albeit fragile wings mark him as strange indeed. A faint simper pulled at the corners of his mouth as he lowered his long, sinewy neck, giving a nod of acknowledgement to his leopard-spotted counterpart and his newfound companion. He searched her for long moment. His vision is unlike others' - he can see exceptionally well, but it takes time to piece together and comprehend what it is seeing, as he sees in such vivid detail that it is difficult at times to hone in on which detail is most important.

   He traces the thick lines of her curvaceous body with his gaze, observing the way her muscle ripples gently beneath her burnt sienna pelt. He is not intimidated, but he admires her evident strength. He holds herself well, something of which is desperately needed in such tumultuous times. The faint smile pulls further at his lips, becoming a full-fledged smirk. 

   "You always seem to know when I am close by, Demian," He says softly with a low chuckle. His attention now turns to the seemingly amicable female at his side, curious as to how she will process the sight of him. Demian is unusual, yes, but Elysium is something altogether different.

   "A pleasure. Hugo, is it? I have excellent hearing. As I have already received an informal introduction, welcome to the Valley. I belong to the peace caste myself, and we could certainly use the aid in diplomacy."
   

elysium

no mercy from the edge of the blade,
dare escape and learn the price to be paid.