12-15-2016, 01:31 PM
NIER
His magic had been restored. Invisibility. And so of course that's what he was: entirely invisible. Always.
He leaned casually on the elbow of a raised wing, pressed against a thick tree as he observed all the comings and goings with a bored stare. He chewed nonchalantly on a chunk of crisp apple. Sweet juices coated his tongue in a smooth flow of succulent flavor, surmising where his next form of entertainment would come from. What else around here might be just as ripe and delicious? And then there she was.
Truthfully, she hadn't caught his eye right away. She was a bit plain at first glance, a gray. Just gray. Some dapples. She did carry herself with an interesting form of grace though, almost as though she could float across the land instead of merely walking like the rest of the world. No, she hadn't attracted his attention on her own. He wasn't one to admire someone quite so perfectly lovely.
No, it was when the man locked on to her like a target that truly brought him around. His chewing slowed as he watched, then stopped. The gray male was dancey and prancey, held his head real high like some gallant prince. Oh, this is going to be good. Nier pushed off from the tree, taking to the sky on stealthy wings. He dropped quietly a ways behind her, the pretty one, -well he supposed they both were quite pretty weren't they. The sound of his steps were masked by the drifts of wind stirring up the grasses and dancing around his legs.
"I beg thee pardoned M'Lady," the pansy spit out like a stream of glitter and confetti. This was indeed going to be much fun. Nier smirked, still invisible; always invisible. "...for I could not help but gaze upon such beauty from a far."
Nier stretched a wing silently toward the woman, ready and waiting. Expecting it. And when the man called her "beauty" he brushed his feathers like fingers across her cheek. A soft caress, unseen, feather-light. He grinned broadly, a wicked thing that only he knew was even there. By the time he was done, she was going to think the man had an unknown power, was touching her as he spoke. This is too good.
"How are you this fine day," the guy continued, and Nier quietly made his way around to her other side. Ready for the next move. A broken little thing joined the gathering, scars lining her face like some captive let free in the world. Fragile eyes looked over the pair of grays as she said "hello", and he wondered what sort of spin on this situation she might add. She'd better not ruin his fun.
Today had just gotten so good.
He leaned casually on the elbow of a raised wing, pressed against a thick tree as he observed all the comings and goings with a bored stare. He chewed nonchalantly on a chunk of crisp apple. Sweet juices coated his tongue in a smooth flow of succulent flavor, surmising where his next form of entertainment would come from. What else around here might be just as ripe and delicious? And then there she was.
Truthfully, she hadn't caught his eye right away. She was a bit plain at first glance, a gray. Just gray. Some dapples. She did carry herself with an interesting form of grace though, almost as though she could float across the land instead of merely walking like the rest of the world. No, she hadn't attracted his attention on her own. He wasn't one to admire someone quite so perfectly lovely.
No, it was when the man locked on to her like a target that truly brought him around. His chewing slowed as he watched, then stopped. The gray male was dancey and prancey, held his head real high like some gallant prince. Oh, this is going to be good. Nier pushed off from the tree, taking to the sky on stealthy wings. He dropped quietly a ways behind her, the pretty one, -well he supposed they both were quite pretty weren't they. The sound of his steps were masked by the drifts of wind stirring up the grasses and dancing around his legs.
"I beg thee pardoned M'Lady," the pansy spit out like a stream of glitter and confetti. This was indeed going to be much fun. Nier smirked, still invisible; always invisible. "...for I could not help but gaze upon such beauty from a far."
Nier stretched a wing silently toward the woman, ready and waiting. Expecting it. And when the man called her "beauty" he brushed his feathers like fingers across her cheek. A soft caress, unseen, feather-light. He grinned broadly, a wicked thing that only he knew was even there. By the time he was done, she was going to think the man had an unknown power, was touching her as he spoke. This is too good.
"How are you this fine day," the guy continued, and Nier quietly made his way around to her other side. Ready for the next move. A broken little thing joined the gathering, scars lining her face like some captive let free in the world. Fragile eyes looked over the pair of grays as she said "hello", and he wondered what sort of spin on this situation she might add. She'd better not ruin his fun.
Today had just gotten so good.