08-16-2016, 09:26 PM
look up here now; i'm in heaven. i've got scars that can't be seen.
The sun was glaring down, radiating a heat that hinted at the oncoming approach of summer. It festered at the surface of his skin, which was covered in a soft beige layer of flaky scales, as sweat seeped between the multiple layers. His eyes glittered gently in the light; they were large, compound and though they could see the many colors and intriguing shapes of the world, it was often a blur until it was brought into focus. He pushed forward from the shadows, his six legs (four forelegs, two hindlegs) shifting in perfect harmony as he stalked gracefully onto the field.
Gentle tendrils of wheat lapped softly at his hocks, teasing the sensitive skin as he began to bathe his many limbs in their caresses. A warm breeze drifted through the lull of the valley, carrying the heady scent of another male suggesting that perhaps the land was not as desolate and lonely as he had previous come to think. He lifted his wings towards the sky, outstretching their moth-like shape and flexing the muscles. They were heavily patterned, formed for camouflage though it mostly it had served him as decoration alone. The fluttered lightly at the pressure of the oncoming gust of wind, and again he tucked them along his spine.
He knew he looked unusual; he did not need to draw more attention to himself than he already naturally would.
Elysium pressed forward, overcoming a small slope and it is then that he sees him, his compound eyes piecing together his bright eyes and steel gray pelt. Her stance is one of enthrallment, which causes his own mouth to tug up at the corners in a faint smirk. He moves closer, yet maintains distance - he does not want to startle him, disgust him or cause him alarm.
"Good afternoon," his soft tenor rises, echoing in the otherwise empty space. "My name is Elysium, and I come from the Valley - a kingdom southeast of here. What brings you here?"
Gentle tendrils of wheat lapped softly at his hocks, teasing the sensitive skin as he began to bathe his many limbs in their caresses. A warm breeze drifted through the lull of the valley, carrying the heady scent of another male suggesting that perhaps the land was not as desolate and lonely as he had previous come to think. He lifted his wings towards the sky, outstretching their moth-like shape and flexing the muscles. They were heavily patterned, formed for camouflage though it mostly it had served him as decoration alone. The fluttered lightly at the pressure of the oncoming gust of wind, and again he tucked them along his spine.
He knew he looked unusual; he did not need to draw more attention to himself than he already naturally would.
Elysium pressed forward, overcoming a small slope and it is then that he sees him, his compound eyes piecing together his bright eyes and steel gray pelt. Her stance is one of enthrallment, which causes his own mouth to tug up at the corners in a faint smirk. He moves closer, yet maintains distance - he does not want to startle him, disgust him or cause him alarm.
"Good afternoon," his soft tenor rises, echoing in the otherwise empty space. "My name is Elysium, and I come from the Valley - a kingdom southeast of here. What brings you here?"
elysium
this way or no way, i'll be free.
He's literally a horse-moth hybrid. Pictures are on his profile for reference.
