03-14-2018, 08:06 PM
Gunsynd
(last night i got high
as your expectations)
He was no longer one with the shadows. Instead, the darkness seemed repelled by his luminous pelt as he made his way back to the river's edge. He observed himself in the gurgling water, but the blue eyes and silver mane no longer gave him satisfaction. The deception had not yielded the desired results. He had not infiltrated, or seized power, or even garnered much interest. And perhaps worst of all, he was no closer to finding himself, or who he had been rather. He was just a lost man in a mask.
His attention is diverted from his reflection only by the quiet splash of mouth meeting river nearby. He looks up to see the red and white female across from him taking a drink, her eyes on him observantly. He can't help but think her demeanor would be different if he were his true self now, instead of hiding in his husk of a puppet. But still, he must play the part. He smiles, allowing the gesture to wrinkle his eyes though he feels no joy at their proximity. She is attractive, in the way that most females of a certain age are to him... but she has a youth about her and a lightness of being that keeps his more primal interests at bay. For now anyway.
He straightens up, silky mane falling back from his blue eyes. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asks in his smooth tenor voice. The river was a place of solitude and clandestine meetings, very unlike the open stage of the meadow. He watches her openly, with a smile. There was nothing to fear about his puppet, he looked the part of a gentleman, after all.
His attention is diverted from his reflection only by the quiet splash of mouth meeting river nearby. He looks up to see the red and white female across from him taking a drink, her eyes on him observantly. He can't help but think her demeanor would be different if he were his true self now, instead of hiding in his husk of a puppet. But still, he must play the part. He smiles, allowing the gesture to wrinkle his eyes though he feels no joy at their proximity. She is attractive, in the way that most females of a certain age are to him... but she has a youth about her and a lightness of being that keeps his more primal interests at bay. For now anyway.
He straightens up, silky mane falling back from his blue eyes. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asks in his smooth tenor voice. The river was a place of solitude and clandestine meetings, very unlike the open stage of the meadow. He watches her openly, with a smile. There was nothing to fear about his puppet, he looked the part of a gentleman, after all.
@[Kagerus]