10-20-2019, 01:30 AM
The heavy, rustling hoofsteps of the mysterious stallion followed Eyas’ twisting ears when she first turned to look at him approach. He crept from the shadows, languid and covered with scales that winked in the long rays of the morning sun. Feral, she thought of him, her off-putting eyes latching onto the way his expression kept its earlier edge. He may be questioning her softly now, but she had no doubt of his intentions before coming across her. The Forest whispered around them both, branches and leaves rustling while the faint twitter of unseen birds filled the silence between his query and the slender pegasus’ reply.
“Myself.” She answered finally, seeing no reason not to be honest. “Apparently I can’t be trusted.” The ragged nomad huffed, her mouth threatening to smile.
She might be half delirious from lack of sleep, half starving from months spent on Icicle Isle, and the ugliest creature inhabiting these woods but in moments of clarity like these she could still laugh at herself. Had she not, Eyas might’ve suddenly burst into exhausted tears. “I didn’t mean to scare away … breakfast.” She guessed, crossing her legs over one another in order to face the rogue male more directly. The way she said it made the blatant observation sound almost casual, though taking a better look at him anyone could guess.
He was draconic, with a creamy-opalescent coat and leathery wings. Behind his legs where a normal equid tail might’ve been a lizard’s tail sprouted instead, tufted near the tip. Eyas peered from underneath her overgrown forelock, now just a thick mat of hair and burrs, and felt no initial reason for panic. Nevermind that she’d been on the menu originally. This was Beqanna after all: what was a trip through the wilderness without coming across a dragon or two?
“Is this your neck of the woods?” Eyas wondered, glancing around.
@[Santana]
“Myself.” She answered finally, seeing no reason not to be honest. “Apparently I can’t be trusted.” The ragged nomad huffed, her mouth threatening to smile.
She might be half delirious from lack of sleep, half starving from months spent on Icicle Isle, and the ugliest creature inhabiting these woods but in moments of clarity like these she could still laugh at herself. Had she not, Eyas might’ve suddenly burst into exhausted tears. “I didn’t mean to scare away … breakfast.” She guessed, crossing her legs over one another in order to face the rogue male more directly. The way she said it made the blatant observation sound almost casual, though taking a better look at him anyone could guess.
He was draconic, with a creamy-opalescent coat and leathery wings. Behind his legs where a normal equid tail might’ve been a lizard’s tail sprouted instead, tufted near the tip. Eyas peered from underneath her overgrown forelock, now just a thick mat of hair and burrs, and felt no initial reason for panic. Nevermind that she’d been on the menu originally. This was Beqanna after all: what was a trip through the wilderness without coming across a dragon or two?
“Is this your neck of the woods?” Eyas wondered, glancing around.
@[Santana]