I search the dark woods around me. Someone is nearby; I am as sure of it as I am sure of my wings. Just now they are tucked against my sides, but there is tension in each cream-colored feather, as though they are ready to flare defensively at the slightest touch.
There.
Ahead, in the clearing. A dappled creature stands ahead in the shadows, and the silver of his coat is a quiet relief. I've taken several steps toward him with a growing smile before I realize that he is too tall to be my dappled husband. I freeze in my tracks, one foot hovering a few inches above the leaf-littered earth.
"Who're you?" I ask, the sharpness in my voice not at all reflective of the fluttering fear of my heart. I press it away as best as I can, forcing myself forward and closer to the unfamiliar stallion. His resemblance to Arthas is more than color, and my blue-grey eyes flick across his figure, taking note of his substantial build (far larger than I) and the boredom in his expression.
I am all too aware of what the monsters of these woods will do with boredom. I coil a thread of intangible emotion, fear and uncertainty in a potent blend, but I keep it in hand. He's not made a move yet, but I am visibly wary. Better to be over-prepared than a complicit victim.
ooc: no need to apologize! starters can be rough <3
@[Oriax]
There.
Ahead, in the clearing. A dappled creature stands ahead in the shadows, and the silver of his coat is a quiet relief. I've taken several steps toward him with a growing smile before I realize that he is too tall to be my dappled husband. I freeze in my tracks, one foot hovering a few inches above the leaf-littered earth.
"Who're you?" I ask, the sharpness in my voice not at all reflective of the fluttering fear of my heart. I press it away as best as I can, forcing myself forward and closer to the unfamiliar stallion. His resemblance to Arthas is more than color, and my blue-grey eyes flick across his figure, taking note of his substantial build (far larger than I) and the boredom in his expression.
I am all too aware of what the monsters of these woods will do with boredom. I coil a thread of intangible emotion, fear and uncertainty in a potent blend, but I keep it in hand. He's not made a move yet, but I am visibly wary. Better to be over-prepared than a complicit victim.
ooc: no need to apologize! starters can be rough <3
@[Oriax]
