12-12-2017, 03:30 PM
THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN
He did not have to wait long. Indeed, he was not really looking for anyone. Or anything. He was just on a journey--wherever that would take him. He moved then--almost itchy--and noted that all the others like him he seemed to run into were females. And they all commented that he smelled like the sea. His silver eyes hardened, but then he smiled, relaxing. Solace, she said her name was. He liked the way she dispensed with the formality in her greeting, and said only the words that were most necessary to say. She had an air of authority around her, and when she pushes out her muzzle to touch his, it is not without a shudder that such a touch is felt.
He has never been touched before.
His silver eyes flashed, and Grim knew without any further speech that this was her domain. And the way she spoke so matter of factly--she mentioned Nerine, too...just like the siren, whatever her name was--he opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. Was there anything he could say to her that would not get him into trouble?
And so he chooses his words wisely, looking around his company at the water below them both with longing eyes. "Grimdark, and yes, I have just come from Nerine. But I am not from there."
He is no King, and certainly no Queen. He is a wanderer, a sea-man. Humble, perhaps--because oh, how he does not know from what greatness he comes--but there is an innate prowess he carries all his own. His face is hard and angled. He is not a man to be cowed by a pretty face.
GRIMDARK
deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure