06-13-2019, 06:52 PM
SabbatH
i'll let you play the role. i'll be your animal.
She, unlike her parents, will age as time has always intended rather than existing within eternity. Old age will find her and weaken her into a soft death, unlike Chemdog, but for now she is still young and vibrant. Or at least as vibrant as a sad girl can be in the middle of a terrible winter. Still, there is something cleansing about watching the perfect tip of her horn go dipping and floating with the water’s current. Her shivering breaths begin to grow even and calm while the corners of her lips curl into a soft smile that contradicts her inner turmoil.
That is, until she hears his hoofbeats as he approaches.
At first, only a single ear swivels in his direction as she tries to decide whether or not he is watching her from a safe distance. Was she really so unapproachable? Glimmering scales and pointed teeth are all things of beauty in her sage green eyes but she forgets that this does not always hold true for others. She swallows hard and lifts her head, the red scales across her graying cheeks catching the winter sun’s light. Slowly, she turns to face him with her freshly broken horn. It throbs and it aches but she keeps a straight face despite the pain.
Sabbath takes the few careful steps required to escape the frigid waters until she’s standing on the river bank before him. Her mess of black forelock hangs in her face a little but she doesn’t seem bothered by it. The girl nervously chews at the inside of her lip as she tries to find something to say. In the meantime, she admires the way the perfect white of him gives way to ink black on the edges of his chest and face. The red dapples across her back and hips aren’t so interesting to her as the splash of color that clashes over him.
At last, her eyes meet his and she blinks slowly, like a housecat subtly affirming its affections. “Are you just going to stare at me all day? We could try introductions,” she says in a voice like black French lace. “My name is Sabbath.”
And then she falls silent, only the sounds of the river filling the air as the chunks of ice collide and break against one another. Will they be like that, too?
That is, until she hears his hoofbeats as he approaches.
At first, only a single ear swivels in his direction as she tries to decide whether or not he is watching her from a safe distance. Was she really so unapproachable? Glimmering scales and pointed teeth are all things of beauty in her sage green eyes but she forgets that this does not always hold true for others. She swallows hard and lifts her head, the red scales across her graying cheeks catching the winter sun’s light. Slowly, she turns to face him with her freshly broken horn. It throbs and it aches but she keeps a straight face despite the pain.
Sabbath takes the few careful steps required to escape the frigid waters until she’s standing on the river bank before him. Her mess of black forelock hangs in her face a little but she doesn’t seem bothered by it. The girl nervously chews at the inside of her lip as she tries to find something to say. In the meantime, she admires the way the perfect white of him gives way to ink black on the edges of his chest and face. The red dapples across her back and hips aren’t so interesting to her as the splash of color that clashes over him.
At last, her eyes meet his and she blinks slowly, like a housecat subtly affirming its affections. “Are you just going to stare at me all day? We could try introductions,” she says in a voice like black French lace. “My name is Sabbath.”
And then she falls silent, only the sounds of the river filling the air as the chunks of ice collide and break against one another. Will they be like that, too?