11-25-2020, 01:00 AM
Sea scent still clings to his dark hard, and Quell tosses the damp curtain away from his mismatched eyes. One silver eye (like his mother’s) and one gold eye (like his father’s) stare out at the shadowy Meadow from a darkly handsome face. Unlike either of his parents, Quell lacks any sort of ethereal beauty. It would look out of place on him anyway, with his well-scarred sides and near-constant frown.
That frown settles now on a dark-haired girl who moves through the gathering night with no fear at all.
“What’re you doing out here?” He asks abruptly, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. He steps out of the tall thicket of grasses in which he stood, revealing himself in the weak starlight. Quell is not sure if she had seen him, standing there quietly, but he is now difficult to miss, even in the soft light. The scales of his black dragon wings fade into speckled grey skin. He still wears the color pattern of his pinniped shape, a freckled leopard seal. In his natural state, black and white and gold, he’d be nearly impossible to see. He considers shifting back, as holding the pattern does require some focus, but had decided against it.
If he is already wearing the skin, it is quicker to shift other parts of his anatomy as well.
He practices that now, perhaps to see how far from fearful the girl is, and yawns to reveal a set of teeth made for fleshy meals. Some part of him finds the idea of frightening her appealing, though he cannot say why. The last wandering girl he'd found he'd been eager to usher away from danger, yet he feels no similar urge for this colorful stranger. Is it because she is not a child, or because she is nearer his own age? She is old enough to know better, for sure, and yet still she is out here in the darkness.
The part of him that does not wish to frighten her instead admires her, and the boldness of someone who looks so fragile.
@[Altais]
That frown settles now on a dark-haired girl who moves through the gathering night with no fear at all.
“What’re you doing out here?” He asks abruptly, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. He steps out of the tall thicket of grasses in which he stood, revealing himself in the weak starlight. Quell is not sure if she had seen him, standing there quietly, but he is now difficult to miss, even in the soft light. The scales of his black dragon wings fade into speckled grey skin. He still wears the color pattern of his pinniped shape, a freckled leopard seal. In his natural state, black and white and gold, he’d be nearly impossible to see. He considers shifting back, as holding the pattern does require some focus, but had decided against it.
If he is already wearing the skin, it is quicker to shift other parts of his anatomy as well.
He practices that now, perhaps to see how far from fearful the girl is, and yawns to reveal a set of teeth made for fleshy meals. Some part of him finds the idea of frightening her appealing, though he cannot say why. The last wandering girl he'd found he'd been eager to usher away from danger, yet he feels no similar urge for this colorful stranger. Is it because she is not a child, or because she is nearer his own age? She is old enough to know better, for sure, and yet still she is out here in the darkness.
The part of him that does not wish to frighten her instead admires her, and the boldness of someone who looks so fragile.
@[Altais]