05-06-2017, 11:37 AM
Nayl had named him head of the army.
Never had he ever thought she would trust him with such responsibility. All he had been was her guard. He ate, drank, dreamed of her safety, her scent. But now there was even greater need for him protection.
Castille. The smoke and ash boy that embodied their perfections. Never had the stallion ever felt the pride that bloomed in his breast before. Never had he felt so purposed, so selfless. His boy, smart and strong, would be his greatest joy.
Lior can still feel the smile the tugs at the edges of his scarred mouth. Nayl had renewed his soul, electrifying it. She with her beautiful porcelain mask, he with his tangled soul. Lior finds his mind tumbling over her smile, her eyes, the way she swings her hips. Heavy hooves plod him over the sand and salt land in their methodical 'thud-thud' before the sound of voices catch him attention.
They are foreign and questioning. Lior moves towards the gathering with watching silver eyes. He offers a nod to Heartfire, the pretty mare he was acquainted with, before looking to the mare and stallion. A single ear is twisted forward as he listens, the smile replaced with a flat line on his lips. The male does not speak yet for Heartfire has already asked the question that needed to be asked so instead he settles at her side.
Never had he ever thought she would trust him with such responsibility. All he had been was her guard. He ate, drank, dreamed of her safety, her scent. But now there was even greater need for him protection.
Castille. The smoke and ash boy that embodied their perfections. Never had the stallion ever felt the pride that bloomed in his breast before. Never had he felt so purposed, so selfless. His boy, smart and strong, would be his greatest joy.
Lior can still feel the smile the tugs at the edges of his scarred mouth. Nayl had renewed his soul, electrifying it. She with her beautiful porcelain mask, he with his tangled soul. Lior finds his mind tumbling over her smile, her eyes, the way she swings her hips. Heavy hooves plod him over the sand and salt land in their methodical 'thud-thud' before the sound of voices catch him attention.
They are foreign and questioning. Lior moves towards the gathering with watching silver eyes. He offers a nod to Heartfire, the pretty mare he was acquainted with, before looking to the mare and stallion. A single ear is twisted forward as he listens, the smile replaced with a flat line on his lips. The male does not speak yet for Heartfire has already asked the question that needed to be asked so instead he settles at her side.
I want you to remember
forgive my rustiness <3