09-09-2017, 12:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-09-2017, 12:53 AM by Diable Rouge.)
Diable Rouge
>The moon created an eerie glow of light upon the layer of thick snow covering the forest, giving the chaser a sense of peace within the darkness. He had always found solace in the dead of night, where no one could bother him, where he could be a shadow away from the burdens of daily life. He found himself standing still in a thicket of trees; a comfy hollow to rest his stormy mind inside. He sniffed the area around him, head lifting to see if there were any visitors around.
To his dismay and annoyance, he did find one. He let out a puff of air, the frigid atmosphere surrounding him turning it to a cloud of white. It always seemed others were finding him, even when he had no desire to be; he just wanted to be alone, to wallow in the disaster that was his life.
However, he emerged from his hiding spot to reveal himself to the figure. The moonlight glows upon her tawny coat, and her hazel eyes peer at him questioningly. The light does not show much, and at first he cannot even see the elegant dress of blue and emerald wings that flow down her back and cover most of her body. But when he does, he is stunned - he hadn't seen wings like hers in his life, and he is taken aback at their beauty. She mutters a quiet, distrusting "hello?" and Diable Rouge is forced to respond.
"Hello." His responds simply - he does not mean to be rude to her, she is an innocent bystander in the wave of his hurricane, but he comes off as uninterested and sour. He bows his head at her as a sign of respect, then begins to brush the snow beneath him with his hoof. He hasn't much to say - he is a broken, beaten man, what could he say? It just seemed better to stay silent, looking down at the earth and pretending his existence wasn't a complete failure.
To his dismay and annoyance, he did find one. He let out a puff of air, the frigid atmosphere surrounding him turning it to a cloud of white. It always seemed others were finding him, even when he had no desire to be; he just wanted to be alone, to wallow in the disaster that was his life.
However, he emerged from his hiding spot to reveal himself to the figure. The moonlight glows upon her tawny coat, and her hazel eyes peer at him questioningly. The light does not show much, and at first he cannot even see the elegant dress of blue and emerald wings that flow down her back and cover most of her body. But when he does, he is stunned - he hadn't seen wings like hers in his life, and he is taken aback at their beauty. She mutters a quiet, distrusting "hello?" and Diable Rouge is forced to respond.
"Hello." His responds simply - he does not mean to be rude to her, she is an innocent bystander in the wave of his hurricane, but he comes off as uninterested and sour. He bows his head at her as a sign of respect, then begins to brush the snow beneath him with his hoof. He hasn't much to say - he is a broken, beaten man, what could he say? It just seemed better to stay silent, looking down at the earth and pretending his existence wasn't a complete failure.
in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.
@[AuroraElis]
@[AuroraElis]