10-22-2019, 10:29 AM
The edge of the forest where he'd passed the summer, where sunlight was only a filtered breath of its true heat. He was not feral, but had certainly given in to his more predatory inclinations as the summer wore on. Why not? It was what he was built for and there was so much more satisfaction to be had in the taste of flesh than in the ease of grazing.
But winter would be coming along soon enough, and with it the cold and the dark. These were not things that would harm him, but loneliness cut far deeper in the snow than it did in the sun. It was coming time to return, to try to integrate himself in a family he barely knew. This was why he was so far East today, stretching his legs past the tree line, past the river, watching tree's take on their copper coats as he went.
He was a horse today, not wishing to draw undue attention to himself. He stood out enough with his moonstone body, all white and gold and blue. In the moonlight he shone like the stars themselves. He could move faster as a dragon, but on a night this fine he craved the slower pace his hooves afforded. His wings still shrouded his back if walking lost its charm, but he didn't figure it would. Not tonight.
Sometimes a feeling takes you, and you have to go with it. Intuition, wasn't that what they called it? He was going with his intuition, and it brought him through fields of faded flowers that threw their bruised scent into the still warm air. He inhaled deeply, and froze. A scent mingled with the old briar roses, a scent he'd not caught in a long while. A slow smile drew across his face, picking up the trail. With predatory grace, the moonlit stallion picked his way along, tracking his way to the ice touched scent he remembered so well.
Then she was there, a figure half hidden by shadow, half illuminated by the full moon. She was light and dark and lovely as the evening they were enveloped by. His own name came across the space between, a soft voice that filled his head with warmth. "Briella," he rumbled, head dropping to brush the hair from her dark brow.
Her stumbled apology flitted on bat wings through the air and he snorted in reply. She had gone, and so had he. Even footing, as far as he was concerned. His wings rustled against his sides, fluttering in the night as he moved closer to the frosted girl. "I'm much better finding you here. And you? How have you kept? It's been far, far too long." He sighed against the curve of her neck, kissing the swell of muscle that stretched so elegantly there. It felt as natural as breathing, to caress her so. Even after so long, she fit beautifully against him.
@[Briella]
But winter would be coming along soon enough, and with it the cold and the dark. These were not things that would harm him, but loneliness cut far deeper in the snow than it did in the sun. It was coming time to return, to try to integrate himself in a family he barely knew. This was why he was so far East today, stretching his legs past the tree line, past the river, watching tree's take on their copper coats as he went.
He was a horse today, not wishing to draw undue attention to himself. He stood out enough with his moonstone body, all white and gold and blue. In the moonlight he shone like the stars themselves. He could move faster as a dragon, but on a night this fine he craved the slower pace his hooves afforded. His wings still shrouded his back if walking lost its charm, but he didn't figure it would. Not tonight.
Sometimes a feeling takes you, and you have to go with it. Intuition, wasn't that what they called it? He was going with his intuition, and it brought him through fields of faded flowers that threw their bruised scent into the still warm air. He inhaled deeply, and froze. A scent mingled with the old briar roses, a scent he'd not caught in a long while. A slow smile drew across his face, picking up the trail. With predatory grace, the moonlit stallion picked his way along, tracking his way to the ice touched scent he remembered so well.
Then she was there, a figure half hidden by shadow, half illuminated by the full moon. She was light and dark and lovely as the evening they were enveloped by. His own name came across the space between, a soft voice that filled his head with warmth. "Briella," he rumbled, head dropping to brush the hair from her dark brow.
Her stumbled apology flitted on bat wings through the air and he snorted in reply. She had gone, and so had he. Even footing, as far as he was concerned. His wings rustled against his sides, fluttering in the night as he moved closer to the frosted girl. "I'm much better finding you here. And you? How have you kept? It's been far, far too long." He sighed against the curve of her neck, kissing the swell of muscle that stretched so elegantly there. It felt as natural as breathing, to caress her so. Even after so long, she fit beautifully against him.
@[Briella]