09-14-2018, 06:15 PM
Nightfall has become his favorite, more oil-black shadows to crawl among, to hide in, bathe in. He moves through the darkness without total silence, but close enough for his considerable bulk. The crunch of snow every few steps betray him well enough to grab the attention of anyone listening.
The mists that reach out and molest the dead stalks of grass, creeping toward him, they feel cool against his host skin. It makes his skin prickle and a shiver happens somewhere in his soul, outwardly he only lifts his head and quirks a single white ear. He stops at the edge of it, but he can hear the choke and crash of what’s unfolding beyond the misty veil.
He steps into it and as he does it fades. What it reveals doesn’t shock him; a smirk bends the corners of his dark lips. It couldn’t simply just be a horse, he guesses, and still he takes another step and another step. A mare, he ponders, or something that looks an awful lot like one…
“Quite…” He snickers, “..an entrance.” He pretends to peer around to the lapping waves behind. “Staying or just passing through?” Still his crooked grin prevails, his teal eyes glinting against the little bit of light cast by a skinny sliver of moon.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[yidhra] <3
