11-06-2017, 08:00 PM
He reaches out to her, a sort of subconscious gesture, and he does not have to wait long for her to find him. Her muzzle touches his own, the charcoal black of his nose twitching unfamiliarly against the mousy brown of hers, inhaling deeply the smell of damp forest floor and deep earth. She guides him, a crooning to him in a hushed whisper of encouragement as she falls against his side, as if she had known him all of her life. Though unafraid of her - this quiet and gentle doe - he cannot help but feel the uncertainty prick at his skin, his blue mottled flesh drawing tight over coiled muscle. Tense and nearly quaking as he feels the coolness of the cave’s blackness brush against him, gentle fingertips coaxing him back with their icy touch, he finds satisfaction within the foreign warmth at his side. It is unfamiliar and nearly uncomfortable, her being such a stranger and so close to him (when was the last time he had felt the warmth of another against his skin?). He wonders for a moment if he emulates the same kind of warmth - or does he feel cold and musty from the darkness that he calls home? “We can go back inside,” Though her voice is nothing but gentle and quiet, it nearly causes him to shy away from her at its closeness. He jerks his head away, but only momentarily, unused to the sounds of quiet conversation. As if apologizing, he settles back in beside her, bumping her shoulder with his own. “Not yet,” he replies with determination, his voice a graveled whisper as it grinds against his throat. He squints as another step brings his head and neck from out behind the tangled vines, ever curious but ever cautious as he emerges. He stops here, the broad muscle of his shoulders and haunches still hidden comfortably beneath the cloak of darkness. He can make out the shapes of the tall, thin trees that create the forest, their shapes familiar from his previous night spent outside of the cave - he had no time then to take in the scenery, as Faulkor ushered him quickly to the nearest cavern, like a father guiding a child to safety. Now, however, he inhales deeply, the scents of the darkened world around him overwhelming his senses. He dares not look up in fear the moon’s light will cause him pain, so instead he merely closes his lids over the blue of his irises. “It smells so clear,” he breathes. Perhaps it didn’t to her - perhaps it was dank and grim or even musty, but the forest is much, much different than a cave. “Describe it to me,” he asks as a single black-tipped ear flicks towards his new companion, a generous being that is still nameless as he savors the feeling of starlight on his skin. once the king of beasts but now they feast on thoughts beneath his vacant crown. |
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