to be at peace; gunsynd

[Hohotep]

to be at peace

A smirk curls the black lips of dark woman as she allows the tiger's eye gaze to flicker over the meadow like a starving brush fire, leaving ash and death in it's wake. The movement feels good as she stretches her limbs in a well verse slinking. She is well accustomed to these temperatures despite the sleekness of her coat that resembled a jaguar's. Word of a new Beqanna is woven in the black curtain of her hair and she carries them like a compass...guiding her.

Hohotep finds the meadow easily. The ice is glassy and slick where once a great grassland once stood and would in the coming spring. The raven of her shadow steps in sync with her as the sun stretches it tall and thin. Despite the cold of winter, a thirst burns dry and hot in her throat. The orange of her eyes blaze forward to seek a source of water, limbs drawing her together collectively. Frosted clouds curl like a sleeping dragon as she breathes against the chilled air. There is a mild annoyance flickering across her features like smoke signals against a blue sky.

Other equines curled close to one another like snaking vines, entrapment. Hohotep does not bother to ask the way to the stream but instead moves on in a leisurely stroll with the proud and pretty poll tall atop the slender muscles of her neck, lids half slit with a bit of a crocked brow. Well, might as well get to know the lay of the land.

hohotep

orange eyed daughter of covet and famke

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[Gunsynd]

Gunsynd

I wanna chain you up       I wanna tie you down

Time passed. Some days he felt that the time crept by with the speed of an ancient tortoise while others he felt he could hardly grasp at its speed. So many things were happening. Lands that had been destroyed were being replaced with new ones. Horses that had been wiped clean like a slate were now bowing to their overlord and regaining their powers. He watched these things as they came to pass. He was always watching, always waiting to see what would happen next. 

It had been so long since he had last been within the embrace of his lover. So long since he had entwined himself with her. He could hardly make out her smell on his pelt now. It was as if the Valley was disappearing a second time, a much slower and much more painful death than the first. He felt the pain so acutely that his very core ached. He does not notice the pain of the cold around him, it is nothing in comparison to the internal agony he endures.

But today something happens upon his path that alleviates the torment, if only a little. A female, dark as night and delicate but with a certain air of control. Watching her, he could almost feel her purring beside him. He knew her type well, and it had been a long time since he had indulged in such… diversions. A hunger rises within him and quells the pain, if only for a moment. He watches her, intrigued, as she heads towards the frozen stream. 

When she comes to rest beside it he moves, finding himself beside her in no time. His dark eyes watch her with hunger as he takes one of his feathered hooves and smashes the thin ice that has formed over the bubbling water below. He lowers his heavy head and takes a gulp of the icy liquid and rises once more, taking in her scent. “Thirsty?” he asks gruffly, his voice barely hiding the danger lurking within. “I’m Gunsynd. Who are you?”

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@[Hohotep]

[Hohotep]

to be at peace

With the utmost gentlemanly stature, a stallion that is as dark as she (but much less refined in form or coat) slithers sidles right up close to her and offers her a lovely little drink from the very same stream she could have easily cracked open herself.

An orange eye swallows him up rather liberally as she allows her attention to loll over him without any rush, looking for even the slightest hint of uncomfortable shift in features or frame. Hohotep does not offer her voice just yet so instead she lifts her challenging eye away to dip the velvet lips to the cold water. After a few moments, the dark silk of her skull lifts to meet the male's gaze except now a smile is tugging at the edges of her lips and the orange of her eyes burn like hell-fire embers. "Hohotep." The tones ring clear with simple enunciation of her name.

"Are you always so formal, Gunsynd? Always a gentleman?" Hohotep eyes him again coyly like she has a secret to share but is waiting to the right moment to indulge her company. The taper of her muzzle drifts towards him curiously, tilting ever so slightly as both ears are trained to him. The heavy male is unusual to her and quite a curious thing and for now, he provided a bit of a fun distraction for the rapid changes that was Beqanna, burning down around them like an house engulfed in flames.

hohotep

orange eyed daughter of covet and famke

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