07-22-2018, 09:10 PM
He'd traversed the path of tiredness many a time, but in the present moment he had gone beyond even such a common word. Simply put, he was exahusted, fatigued of mind and body. Daemron was unable to pinpoint what had made him present himself to the lonesome mare in the middle of the forest, seemlingly caught up in some type of reverie. There had been a recognition on some level when he had first seen her, though the particular chord of familiarity that had been struck evaded him. But there is no doubt that that stoic expression she wore so well was one that had frequented his vision, a troubled gaze reflected back upon him.
And then she responds to his nearly forgotten statement; her answer cause enough for a shadow of a smile to play at the corner of the far side of his mouth. It never fully matures however, and fades as quickly as it had threatened to flourish. He wonders then, if the lady's answer held a deeper meaning than her obvivous uncommon appearance. Quite possibly, it was both.
It's obvious that she had been studying him, and he remains unflinchingly in place as the intensity of her moderately disturbing gaze bores into him. Something must have caught her interest, he realizes, for her to approach even a milder oddity such as himself. The knotted vines of his tail brush lightly against his rear limbs while he shifts his weight to be beared more comfortably, all the while watching as the meager light bent around them. It was captivating, watching the tendrils of light knit and wind, encircling them with a dull halo.
As the illumination worked outward, it fell upon the lurking form of a single wolf, highlighting her shaggy coat with a muted glow. She stood relaxed and unthreatening, unbothered by the sudden shift in light, head slightly lowered and ears alert, regarding the mare with intelligent eyes. The chestnut stallion had felt the wolf's presence, knowing she had lingered upon the fringes of the conversation, so he doesn't bother to shift his platinum gaze away from the bald woman nearby.
"I'm Daemron," he says quietly. A moment passes before his ears are met with an indignant huff from the wolf nearby, undoubtedly chastising him for his audacious lack in manners, "And that is Tai."
@[Scorch] Sorry for the delay love
And then she responds to his nearly forgotten statement; her answer cause enough for a shadow of a smile to play at the corner of the far side of his mouth. It never fully matures however, and fades as quickly as it had threatened to flourish. He wonders then, if the lady's answer held a deeper meaning than her obvivous uncommon appearance. Quite possibly, it was both.
It's obvious that she had been studying him, and he remains unflinchingly in place as the intensity of her moderately disturbing gaze bores into him. Something must have caught her interest, he realizes, for her to approach even a milder oddity such as himself. The knotted vines of his tail brush lightly against his rear limbs while he shifts his weight to be beared more comfortably, all the while watching as the meager light bent around them. It was captivating, watching the tendrils of light knit and wind, encircling them with a dull halo.
As the illumination worked outward, it fell upon the lurking form of a single wolf, highlighting her shaggy coat with a muted glow. She stood relaxed and unthreatening, unbothered by the sudden shift in light, head slightly lowered and ears alert, regarding the mare with intelligent eyes. The chestnut stallion had felt the wolf's presence, knowing she had lingered upon the fringes of the conversation, so he doesn't bother to shift his platinum gaze away from the bald woman nearby.
"I'm Daemron," he says quietly. A moment passes before his ears are met with an indignant huff from the wolf nearby, undoubtedly chastising him for his audacious lack in manners, "And that is Tai."
@[Scorch] Sorry for the delay love