09-25-2016, 11:53 AM
Ruan
Black and blacker, the two were up at dawn. He'd been awake and scouting nearby as he let her rest for a mite longer, never straying far from his treasure. What he found had creased his brow, though, so he'd immediately returned to her side. For a brief moment, he merely watched over her, cherishing this little daughter not of his blood. Nothing would ever harm her, he'd swear by it.
He smiled down at her warmly, wiping the concern from his expression as bright ruby eyes opened at his gentle nudge. "Hey," he said quietly, deep blue gaze meeting hers with an amused little tilt to his head. Velvet nose bent and swept across hers with familiar intimacy, and he breathed in her sweet scent. Ah, his baby.
"We have visitors," he paused, then with a glance in the distance, as if he knew exactly where she was, he added, "I think Reagan may be preoccupied. We must meet them at the border." His eyes returned to her, calm and solid. As residents of the land, and most especially of the Guardian's company, it fell to them to protect the people within. It was the way he saw it, anyway.
He gave her a last little nudge of encouragement, and turned. She was growing so quickly, it seemed, too quickly. But it lent her the ability to keep up with him, and he set off at a brisk pace, confident she'd not fall too far behind.
Large, black-tipped wings were pinned tightly to his side, head lowered like a hound on the hunt. Alert eyes took in his surroundings, though he knew where the newcomers were. He hadn't seen them, a challenging feat through all the dense forestry, but he'd scented them. Jinju followed much quieter than she had before, taking to the wolf ways like a natural-born talent as he strived to teach her everything he knew.
He slowed gradually as he neared them, the deep green of a forest sprite and her little red riding hood at her side. Purple-splattered ribs shifted sideways, masking the approach of his precious adopted girl until she was ready to join them. Uncle was what she called him, but she'd always be more than a niece to him.
Halting a good few paces, he unfurled his bird's appendages straight up like enormous sails, then resettled them at his sides. The woodland was too dense to use them as intended, and he often found them cramped and aching from being clutched so close to his body. Serene blue eyes met the gaze of the eldest, and he gave a small nod in greeting, his face carefully expressionless.
"Welcome," he rolled calmly, "May I be of assistance to you?" Until his magic would return and light his glacial eyes, they appeared dark and dull like a still and murky pond, staring out blandly from his charcoal face. An ear swiveled to keep track of his little Jinju, while his gaze remained on the foresty creature before him.
He smiled down at her warmly, wiping the concern from his expression as bright ruby eyes opened at his gentle nudge. "Hey," he said quietly, deep blue gaze meeting hers with an amused little tilt to his head. Velvet nose bent and swept across hers with familiar intimacy, and he breathed in her sweet scent. Ah, his baby.
"We have visitors," he paused, then with a glance in the distance, as if he knew exactly where she was, he added, "I think Reagan may be preoccupied. We must meet them at the border." His eyes returned to her, calm and solid. As residents of the land, and most especially of the Guardian's company, it fell to them to protect the people within. It was the way he saw it, anyway.
He gave her a last little nudge of encouragement, and turned. She was growing so quickly, it seemed, too quickly. But it lent her the ability to keep up with him, and he set off at a brisk pace, confident she'd not fall too far behind.
Large, black-tipped wings were pinned tightly to his side, head lowered like a hound on the hunt. Alert eyes took in his surroundings, though he knew where the newcomers were. He hadn't seen them, a challenging feat through all the dense forestry, but he'd scented them. Jinju followed much quieter than she had before, taking to the wolf ways like a natural-born talent as he strived to teach her everything he knew.
He slowed gradually as he neared them, the deep green of a forest sprite and her little red riding hood at her side. Purple-splattered ribs shifted sideways, masking the approach of his precious adopted girl until she was ready to join them. Uncle was what she called him, but she'd always be more than a niece to him.
Halting a good few paces, he unfurled his bird's appendages straight up like enormous sails, then resettled them at his sides. The woodland was too dense to use them as intended, and he often found them cramped and aching from being clutched so close to his body. Serene blue eyes met the gaze of the eldest, and he gave a small nod in greeting, his face carefully expressionless.
"Welcome," he rolled calmly, "May I be of assistance to you?" Until his magic would return and light his glacial eyes, they appeared dark and dull like a still and murky pond, staring out blandly from his charcoal face. An ear swiveled to keep track of his little Jinju, while his gaze remained on the foresty creature before him.
@[Jinju]
