All things are possible, even the worst of things.
He stands near the oasis’ edge, silently contemplating the still waters of the pool. His chocolate brown eyes are distant as he gazes into the reflective surface, his own face staring back at him. He had rarely had the chance to see himself as others must. His dark features are boldly delineated, wholly masculine. Many would not hesitate to call him handsome. His pewter frame, freckled with darker spots, is large, the muscles well defined. Though he has had little opportunity to truly build up his musculature, no battle or sustained exercise, his regular travels had seen to keeping his hefty frame lean, his gait fluid. The only flaw in the otherwise perfect picture of masculinity is the distinct absence of a tail. Where the curve of his lean rump would normally fall gracefully into a dark plume of hair there is simply nothing, a decided lack of
anything that might resemble a tail.
This is not where his thoughts lie however. Though he appears to be contemplating his own reflection, this could not be further from the truth. It is pure happenstance that he is looking into the mirror-like surface of the pool. Rather, his thoughts are on many things, flitting from one subject to another in rapid succession. He had made his choice, had arrived in the desert prepared for anything. Or so he thought. He had not been prepared for the quietness that had besieged him. In the days that he had lingered amongst the confines of these lands, he had come across barely a soul. This saddens him more than he can express.
He had met one of the ancient goddesses of this land some time ago now, and he wonders briefly if she is also saddened. He would not presume to know her thoughts, but he would not be surprised if she were. A sudden noise startles him from his reverie. Jerking his eyes from the reflection below him, he glances around, curiosity creeping into his gaze. Was someone really there, or had he simply begun imagining things?
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch
