11-05-2017, 10:03 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
If he has to stay on land, at least he can do his best to make it tolerable. The sea dulls his hunger, but there is no sea in Loess. Kylin had pointed it out during her last visit, and the scaled stallion has been unable to forget it. The hills of the kingdom are thick with springs, but none are deep enough. The land lands prey too; the piebald had ranged far on his hunts in years passed. Now though, he is more tethered to the land; the title came with a chain, it seems. The odds of being discovered will be higher, he knows, but there is no harm in bringing someone new to the kingdom. She could just be a recruit, he reasons, and the idea of a façade seems all the more invigorating if just for the layer of difficult it adds. “That way,” he says, turning the dark point of her muzzle with a nudge of his own, directing her to look south. The desire to subdue her is strong, but the touch is too brief. The timing has to be right, he knows, and they have plenty of time. The piebald stallion moves forward, but he does glance down at the dying fire for a moment. The fire probably keeps her warm, he reasons, and so he changes the path they will take in that moment. The first was well protected by a break of trees, blocking the worst of the winter wind. The one Ivar moves toward now is out in the open. It offers glorious views on a summer afternoon but the windchill is bitter and the breathtaking come winter. She’ll come closer for warmth, he reasons, perhaps that will be the right time to make his move. minimal grullo tobiano king of loess |