08-30-2017, 10:03 AM
Don't be afraid when the night wolves cry,
feast on their bones, suck the marrow dry.
feast on their bones, suck the marrow dry.
“Truly.” He tells Ajatar, eyes bright with the same fascination she feels now (though his gaze never strays from her.) Water laps at their heels - the tide had been low enough for safe passage without much swimming, and the sun has just begun to slide along the lower bell-curve of her journey. The evening could not have been more perfect, the temperature: humid. Water clings to his belly, sides, sticks with unnecessary heat to the valleys of his body so that he might sweat along his chest and neck. “It could be yours, too, if that’s what you’d like.”
The offer is nonchalant in its exertion and his attention finally redirects to the shattered kingdom. Tephra is many islands hewn into separate entities by the criss-cross of rivers and, up until this point, even Longclaw has not had the time to explore them all. Daunting as that prospect may seem with night encroaching, he doesn’t worry; a blue tendril of flame appears above them, hovering noiselessly as a guiding orb of light, should they need it. The effect of its glow doubles the shadows about them both and now every trace of kindness or false empathy in his features is gone. The evening, so different from the day, still becomes him though. Hardened as he is by sharp lines and edges, Longclaw still manages a smile as he moves ahead. “Should we get a closer look at the Volcano first, or simply go where our feet lead us?”
Dealer’s choice. He wants her to feel as if she’s in control. Overhead, undaunted by wind or the water in the air, his flame maintains as their north star. “Welcome to Tephra.” He murmurs.
The offer is nonchalant in its exertion and his attention finally redirects to the shattered kingdom. Tephra is many islands hewn into separate entities by the criss-cross of rivers and, up until this point, even Longclaw has not had the time to explore them all. Daunting as that prospect may seem with night encroaching, he doesn’t worry; a blue tendril of flame appears above them, hovering noiselessly as a guiding orb of light, should they need it. The effect of its glow doubles the shadows about them both and now every trace of kindness or false empathy in his features is gone. The evening, so different from the day, still becomes him though. Hardened as he is by sharp lines and edges, Longclaw still manages a smile as he moves ahead. “Should we get a closer look at the Volcano first, or simply go where our feet lead us?”
Dealer’s choice. He wants her to feel as if she’s in control. Overhead, undaunted by wind or the water in the air, his flame maintains as their north star. “Welcome to Tephra.” He murmurs.
Longclaw
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