02-24-2017, 03:29 PM
Circinae doesn’t know the air. She’s a creature of the earth, meant to slink and hunt, howl at the moon. It’s never occurred to her what the sensation of flying might be like. Loud? Perhaps a bit terrifying, at first. The thought tugs a smile out of her; nothing tended to frighten her these days. She ignores his easy banter, knowing that if he hadn’t appreciated the elongated stare, he would’ve certainly been less receptive to it. But his mention of her being unforgettable catches her off-guard, bright blue eyes snapping back to where he stands, head risen like hers. She’d never been called that before.
He grunts, softly, the sound a mixture of longing and appreciation. It’s a sound she’s very familiar with, having uttered it herself so many times before this one. In his throat, though, it’s much more pleasant than she imagined. One slender ear tips sideways, gaze finally moving away from him to the now empty expanse of the meadow. “I wander.” He tells her, something pleasing that she can also relate to. Odd that they should unknowingly have so much in common. As if she were supposed to run into him.
“Me?” She starts, “I’m out hunting for lonely, single wanderers like yourself.” Her navy tail twitches softly, but her face remains placid, smooth. “I’m a cold-blooded killer, disguised as an innocent little mare.” She quips, grin spreading across her face now. It was as close to the truth as she could muster, enough so that Canaan could brush her off with a laugh, yet still far enough away from a bullseye that could reveal her entirely. “Have you found anywhere fantastic, in your travels?” She questions, neck curving so that she can view him again properly as the nerves wash off. “I like to ‘collect’ hidden places.” She tells him, “I used to wander too.”
He grunts, softly, the sound a mixture of longing and appreciation. It’s a sound she’s very familiar with, having uttered it herself so many times before this one. In his throat, though, it’s much more pleasant than she imagined. One slender ear tips sideways, gaze finally moving away from him to the now empty expanse of the meadow. “I wander.” He tells her, something pleasing that she can also relate to. Odd that they should unknowingly have so much in common. As if she were supposed to run into him.
“Me?” She starts, “I’m out hunting for lonely, single wanderers like yourself.” Her navy tail twitches softly, but her face remains placid, smooth. “I’m a cold-blooded killer, disguised as an innocent little mare.” She quips, grin spreading across her face now. It was as close to the truth as she could muster, enough so that Canaan could brush her off with a laugh, yet still far enough away from a bullseye that could reveal her entirely. “Have you found anywhere fantastic, in your travels?” She questions, neck curving so that she can view him again properly as the nerves wash off. “I like to ‘collect’ hidden places.” She tells him, “I used to wander too.”
Circinae
I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut
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