11-03-2017, 08:39 PM
Under a full moon is where his magic is the most fun. Stalking is mightily easier with the long dark shadows and pristine pools of chrome to play between. Darkness swallows him, even the bone white of his face and splashed chest. The glint of his teal eyes persists until the last second each time he disappears beneath a curtain of empty black. The silvery flicker finds his dapples when he’s in the open, lights the edges of his serrated markings against the obsidian base. He moves quietly but not silently, far too big for that, weaving through the naked skeleton trees and to the river’s rushing edge. He steps into the rippling waters about ankle deep, the current is soft in this spot where the water gathers under a small dam; a nice place to have a drink. It gets abysmally deep and the river is very wide, like a small lake here in the forest.
A strange noise makes him raise his head, his ears pressed upright, his eyes to the sky and the dim stars (moonlight drowning them out). A star is falling, nothing that bizarre – sometimes a comet comes through, also not bizarre, but he does like to watch them. This one descends gracefully, bright and steady as it falls down to earth…only this one does not fade, its brightness is steady as it gets closer. It is head straight for him and instinct tells him to move. He does, darting backward like a deer until he realizes it is a horse. He laughs aloud, part relief and part amusement. His skin prickles with sweat, his adrenaline simmering just as it was threatening to peak.
He steps into the light, but only half of him is exposed, the rest translucent and then gone as the shadows cover him. He chuckles from afar, “I didn’t realize the wishing worked that fast…” He eyes her for a moment before slithering forward, still some distance from her while he watches and isn’t shy about letting his gaze search her feminine form.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Mystere]
