10-26-2018, 04:13 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
Wane would be quite surprised by Breckin indeed; underneath whatever ruse she tries to keep up as the big strong Leviathan queen, she’s a soft little insecure girl - but let’s not tell anyone. She’s grown into her role by now, though. Heck, she could keep on bossing him around all day. Not that he minds. He sees her as something cute underneath and through it all.
It would have been so funny to know Wane expects a big draft horse lady, probably an ugly one; his mother is the second in command now, but she would have fit the expectation so completely. Instead, todsy, he gets a shiny, scaly stallion, though not the leader of the kingdom (but yes, his draft-Friesian heritage is quite easily seen). Adorned with the gold he is so accustomed to by now, yet with the silvery-white streaks in his mane and silver dapples still visible on his legs. He knows he’s quite a sight. And he’s not the type to hide.
But he’s in Nerine and Nerine is a kingdom of the Leviathans; so whenever he needs something, he’ll have to ask his, uhm, consort. Not that he minds - she gives him all kinds of freedoms. It’s just something to be aware of, is all. And finding a stallion on the beach that he’s never seen before, raises quite some questions.
He’s pretty sure the number of stallions around here is five, but this would be the sixth.
He spots him when he’s trying to figure out how to switch between heat vision and normal vision; a thermal signature behind the rock he’s about to curve. Switching back with a few fruitless and one fruitful blink and shake of his head, he walks up to the next zigzag to intercept him. He waits for the stallion to show, casually leaning one shoulder against the rock, knowning that the man who’s about to round the corner can’t miss him if he continues his trek.
When he does, he addresses him. ”I didn’t think I’d find a stray stallion in Nerine, of all places.”
It would have been so funny to know Wane expects a big draft horse lady, probably an ugly one; his mother is the second in command now, but she would have fit the expectation so completely. Instead, todsy, he gets a shiny, scaly stallion, though not the leader of the kingdom (but yes, his draft-Friesian heritage is quite easily seen). Adorned with the gold he is so accustomed to by now, yet with the silvery-white streaks in his mane and silver dapples still visible on his legs. He knows he’s quite a sight. And he’s not the type to hide.
But he’s in Nerine and Nerine is a kingdom of the Leviathans; so whenever he needs something, he’ll have to ask his, uhm, consort. Not that he minds - she gives him all kinds of freedoms. It’s just something to be aware of, is all. And finding a stallion on the beach that he’s never seen before, raises quite some questions.
He’s pretty sure the number of stallions around here is five, but this would be the sixth.
He spots him when he’s trying to figure out how to switch between heat vision and normal vision; a thermal signature behind the rock he’s about to curve. Switching back with a few fruitless and one fruitful blink and shake of his head, he walks up to the next zigzag to intercept him. He waits for the stallion to show, casually leaning one shoulder against the rock, knowning that the man who’s about to round the corner can’t miss him if he continues his trek.
When he does, he addresses him. ”I didn’t think I’d find a stray stallion in Nerine, of all places.”
@[Wane] you asked for a starter but you have this open so /hello/
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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