05-19-2020, 02:21 PM
In the end, it’s the gleam of the scales that attracts him.
For once, he’s stayed at the river long enough to present as a horse - a casual-looking horse, only marked with metallic gold tresses and scales made of ice, gleaming in the low light of winter, near-spring; and with a molten orange gaze that turns to icy blue when he’s detected that the boy is just that - a young boy.
The broad-looking male approaches him light-footed, though, for a draft-lined male that is not actually so light. His medium trot brings him towards the source of the almost-gold gleam of scales, finding himself… a boy.
Does he attract those somehow? This one’s not even a yearling, so he’d dare say he’s not improving on himself for that matter.
Or is he? What is it with him and kids, anyway?
Hmm. It remains to be seen. The boy has some spirit for coming here alone - his mother is far away enough that she didn’t show up in a quick thermal sweep of their surroundings. ”What makes you think coming out here alone was a good idea?” comes his baritone voice from the shadows, his new-earned darkness aura surrounding him long enough to look scary - he hopes.
He’s a father, after all, though he chooses not to make more of himself any more. If being the bogard means the kids run home safely, that’s fine with him for now.
For once, he’s stayed at the river long enough to present as a horse - a casual-looking horse, only marked with metallic gold tresses and scales made of ice, gleaming in the low light of winter, near-spring; and with a molten orange gaze that turns to icy blue when he’s detected that the boy is just that - a young boy.
The broad-looking male approaches him light-footed, though, for a draft-lined male that is not actually so light. His medium trot brings him towards the source of the almost-gold gleam of scales, finding himself… a boy.
Does he attract those somehow? This one’s not even a yearling, so he’d dare say he’s not improving on himself for that matter.
Or is he? What is it with him and kids, anyway?
Hmm. It remains to be seen. The boy has some spirit for coming here alone - his mother is far away enough that she didn’t show up in a quick thermal sweep of their surroundings. ”What makes you think coming out here alone was a good idea?” comes his baritone voice from the shadows, his new-earned darkness aura surrounding him long enough to look scary - he hopes.
He’s a father, after all, though he chooses not to make more of himself any more. If being the bogard means the kids run home safely, that’s fine with him for now.
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[Kulin]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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