09-13-2018, 05:24 AM
Khaedrik wear his fear like a second skin. It consumes him, makes him volatile and skittish like a deer caught in the headlight. But his fear is not for the sombre corners of the Forest, hiding bone-sharp teeth and wary eyes. Nay, Khaedrik is a monster – clad in gold and angelic appearance and what he fears is something else entirely. Monster, monster, monster it sings along his nerves, makes his eyes close in regret and dread. He should be shunned, avoided – hiding in his shadows like some forest-beast – hungry and feral. And yet, the boy is lonely. His heart longs for company and the mundane life of a normal horse. But what company is to be had for one who almost killed the woman he loved?
No, Khaedrik is not to be trusted with the presence of others.
He hears a soughing through the underbrush, and is at once supple grace and evasive movement. A scent, forest-foul and pungent reaches his nose.
”Who goes there?” he calls out, before his wary eyes can catch the filmy creature. His voice is shadow-smoke and unyielding and the wolf stirs in its wake. Turning bright-yellow eyes towards the source of the sound, growling softly behind crooked teeth. The creature is all darkness and sharp teeth – unforgiving and teeming with voracious hunger. Oh how the beast longs to break free of its masters shackles – to maim and kill and hunt the thing that peers out at them from behind tree-bark and limpid skin. But Khaedrik – lost among wolf-snarls and forced control commands the monster aside. His glitter-dark eyes locks with the boy – and his expression softens. Something about the younger boy makes him curious (ah, but if he knew of his intentions, of god-fearing and fealty Khaedrik would probably laugh – he´s not a creature made to worship after all.)
But he does not – and so he merely smiles – a hollow thing, broken and empty, but an invitation nonetheless.
@[Rajanish]