"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
No one can ever be ordinary, it takes power and characteristics to simply flush a name down the drain. Although there is one women that had once categorized herself, as ordinary, as indifferent to everyone else. That women was the one love of his life, a being he had flushed down the drain as he had done with all of his herd. He couldn't stand the thought of being without her presence. But it had already been so long since he had been in her presence. Since he had touched her ebony glossed coat, since she had been close to him. That feeling was now forgotten but as he walked past many dark colored bodies he always wondered, could that be her?
His tundra coat had grown over the multiple years he had stayed on the kingdom, still hesitant to walk into the cave to earn his scar the man found himself as a disgrace, a coward. Something his kingdom had no intentions to have within their bounds. Every day he would pass trough the common lands searching for that one girl that could bring him to enter the caves to become apart of the brotherhood. But every day he can't find her.
Until today, that finely featured body becomes visable and he can't help but smile sheepishly as he strides towards her. He's terrified that she might hate him, that she will reject him with a flick of her inky black tail. So summoning up the little courage that ran through his bones he halted before her, her gorgeous eyes that once had that sparkle had be extinguished from existence. He stared briefly Crimson eyes dazed with both fear and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Summoning his courage he speaks in his usual ghastly tone, "Hello, Dragonglass." He tastes her name, it was just as he had remembered, sweet like honey upon the tongue.
Then he finds himself lost for words, and he simply states at her blankly cimson eyes shifting about nervously.
The years came and went like the rhythmic turn of tides. Dragonglass had known Daey was within the Tundra realm when she had briefly visited, debating to stay or not but but the onyx woman had melted away with the previous year snowfall.
The slender limbs had carried her through the different parts of Beqanna. The slick black mare had learned it's secrets, whispered it's name. In that time she did not call not other stallion her man nor share his bed. She allowed the wild to be her mistress, her heart to guide her. And so now in the midst of a cloudless blue day does the dark eyes gaze over one fine wither and over the curve a chiseled hip to see the familiar form of the ghost that once kept her.
The tigress does not startle in fact she is forced of obsidian and iron. Her nerves are steeled and her tongue had grown barbed. She is the daughter of the long dead pumpkin king, a bastard and a mongrel. Covet's manifestation begins to seep into her veins, pulsating through her body as the once tender parts of her now harden like fired glass.
"Daey." Her voice is the only softness that seemed to remain, recognizable from the stupid and naive girl she had once been. Her tongue rakes his name like hot coals through her throat, gazing at him with a refusal to look away. He has changed too. Grown, aged.
And it suited him well.
Dragonglass hesitates a moment, unsure how this conversation should go on...if even. But the dark mare decides to purse. "How have you been?" The syllables flow like molasses, thick and rich. Her dark eyes trace his shape against the thick sea of grass. Where youth once filled his form now stood the time hardened stallion, muscled and strong.
The Tundra. It was his home. But the pale man was terrified to enter the caves, to join the brotherhood. He was afraid to see his past lover in the caves, Dragonglass. He was afraid that he would remain in the caves, trapped forever. As guilt would once more shatter his broken vase of what he called a heart and, the stallion that he was now would be lost. He didn't want that, he didn't want to leave someone that he had loved and, still loved like that. So, here he was.
His crimson gaze crosses over her obsidian body, all seemed the same. But that little spark that had been in her eyes had been extinguished. That spark, was what he clinged onto the first day he noticed it had be vanquished from all existence. He missed that naive girl, he had once begged to stay in his hopeless herd. He missed her diversity, how she could make one little thing mean so much to him. Yet the girl that was now before him, was not what he was looking for. But something, there last bit of his youth clinged onto the idea that she was still in there.
Her voice remained the same but, it seemed dipped in poison as she pronounced every syllable. Something that caused his pinkened nostrils to flare in a gentle motion,"I've been well. You?" He answers, his words were coated in guilt as another sheepish grin found it's way onto his lips. He looked ridiculous.
He finds himself to continue speaking,"I've settled in the Tundra." He pauses to exhale a shallow breath. "But I'm not apart of the brotherhood. Well not yet." He feels awkward admitting it, he had been in the Tundra for almost two years now and still he remained a coward to enter the caves and receive his scar. He shifts the conversation towards her, "Have you found yourself a kingdom?" His tone is gruff and ghastly and remains as it is usually but, voice cracks find their way into his words meandering safely. To the point where they become hardly apparent.
D・a・e・y
He's so bad But he does it so well
@[Dragonglass] Horrible ending wanted to get this up.....
She is no longer a girl, wide eyed and gullible. Dragonglass is a woman, curved and soft. The spark that perhaps lived within her is now a fire. The embers burn deep in her breast as hot and hungry as ever. She has developed and grown in the time since they had parted and Dragonglass does not regret this.
The orange flecked eyes look him over as he speaks the small words, her lips are thin slightly in thought. There was a certain change is the grown man. He stands a bit taller, his is a little more rugged. Lobe flick and train to him when he mentions the Tundra. Not long ago did Dragonglass pass through the craggy terrain, speaking with a few of the residents.
"No...no. I have yet to find a home since...the herd." This is a true statement. She had remained nomadic, losing herself in the tangled wilds of Beqanna. Her view moves from the pale man as she admires the scenery of their surroundings, spring in all it's glory as the birds called and sang to one another. A faint smile touches the edges of her lips when her gaze returns to Daey. She is unsure of what to say next and so just falls silent, her delicate neck curling and arching slightly.
