06-27-2015, 11:36 PM
know. And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
The reprimanded tendril slithers across his cheek in apology before fading back in with its siblings once again. They truly meant no harm; they were eager little puppies vying for their master’s care and attention. Michaelis couldn’t fault the shadow cirri for many lacked the ability to see them individually and failed to look beyond their overall foreboding cloud of pure darkness. He supposed he’d have to make do with being one of the few who remained bothered by the naughty little things.
The shadow child remained just a little bitter about the whole fairyland episode.
His inner pity party is interrupted by an extremely tentative greeting.
The shadows seemingly dissipate from his side, but he knows they linger in the background somewhere. They are overprotective at times. The painted stallion seems nervous, whether that was because he was a stranger or it was Michaelis himself that set him off remains to be seen. Although he held some mustang within his bloodline, he was rather daintily built for one. He certainly wasn’t one to inspire awe or fear just from physical appearance alone. Unless, of course, someone were to find his blue roaning pukeworthy, but Michaelis felt he cut a striking figure anyhow.
“Hello.”
As the stallion comes to a hesitant stop, the shadow child narrows his eyes upon the stranger. He is very familiar to him. Michaelis was rather excellent at remembering and categorizing those he’s met before. People were his fascination; he was always on the lookout for those who he considered noteworthy. Like a raven, he continuously seeks to add to his shiny hoard.
“We’ve met before, haven’t we? You are of the tundra?”
( The Shadow Child )