01-26-2018, 06:59 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
The silvered man introduces himself, a stunning name to match the stunning face. However, Kasanova begins to slow his speech and glances carefully behind Svedka. It does not take long for something much like displeasure to prick at his withers, and Svedka is unused to the feeling. He frowns, a tiny little pout on his ivory lips, as his crystalline blue gaze turns confused, glancing around him and Kasanova with a concerned step towards the buckskin male. He smells it just as Kasanova does, and with trembling flesh he brings himself nearer to the other stallion, muscles quivering as he readies himself for whatever predator lurks among the borders. He had never seen any wolves or bears in Hyaline, and though he has never seen one in person, his instincts flare wildly inside his chest and he wonders if it’s time to run. But before the thought could get his legs moving, a voice erupts from the mammoth of a mouth that is the bear’s smiling jaws, and Svedka’s brows quirk amusedly.
Bears don’t talk.
So, this is not really a bear.
He has heard of shifters, though he has also heard of a many other things (psychics like his mother, magicians and elemental wielders), but he has never seen one. He steps towards the grizzly, nostrils fluttering as the familiar scent of damp earth and musk fills him, trying to pinpoint why the bear’s scent strikes a chord within him. He searches his mind, inhaling deeply as he stretches the length of his neck out towards the bear cautiously, it’s breath warm and hot against his face.
With a wrinkle of his nose and a snort, he retreats his head by tossing it quickly, ivory and blue tendrils spilling around his golden face. “I know this bear!” he says suddenly and loudly, though his mind is still working to figure out why. Svedka’s eyes narrow, lips pressing together thoughtfully. “I do know you, right?” He asks the bear, his voice quieter and less confident than it had been before.
Bears don’t talk.
So, this is not really a bear.
He has heard of shifters, though he has also heard of a many other things (psychics like his mother, magicians and elemental wielders), but he has never seen one. He steps towards the grizzly, nostrils fluttering as the familiar scent of damp earth and musk fills him, trying to pinpoint why the bear’s scent strikes a chord within him. He searches his mind, inhaling deeply as he stretches the length of his neck out towards the bear cautiously, it’s breath warm and hot against his face.
With a wrinkle of his nose and a snort, he retreats his head by tossing it quickly, ivory and blue tendrils spilling around his golden face. “I know this bear!” he says suddenly and loudly, though his mind is still working to figure out why. Svedka’s eyes narrow, lips pressing together thoughtfully. “I do know you, right?” He asks the bear, his voice quieter and less confident than it had been before.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[keeper] @[Kasanova]
so technically svedka is outside of hyaline atm, so we're pretending this is before he left <3