10-21-2018, 03:14 PM
The kelpie stretches and yawns. Too many too-sharp teeth are visible for the space of an instant, and then Ivar snaps them safely behind the perfect shield. He is invisible, a predator amid unwitting prey, and he takes his time.
Some he toys with briefly, drawn in by bright eyes and rosy cheeks, but he is looking for something specific. He isn't sure what that is, of course, but he has no doubt he'll find it by nightfall. The cold air is in his favor, bringing anew the scent of autumn to the sapphire and gold kelpie.
Recently gorged on a pair of slow tuna, the jewel-eyed stallion has the luxury of time, and he glances at each stranger as they pass. The males get a measured stare, neither challenging or submissive, and most are relieved to see the too-quiet creature pass by. The mares he is less subtle with, eyeing with open appreciate the wide array that passes him by.
Ahead of him, Ivar can see the glint of the sea. Only a few yards down the slope to the rocky beach, and from there he can see Ischia as a faint green line on the horizon. A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye distracts him, and the scaled stallion turns to find the source.
@[Anybody]
Some he toys with briefly, drawn in by bright eyes and rosy cheeks, but he is looking for something specific. He isn't sure what that is, of course, but he has no doubt he'll find it by nightfall. The cold air is in his favor, bringing anew the scent of autumn to the sapphire and gold kelpie.
Recently gorged on a pair of slow tuna, the jewel-eyed stallion has the luxury of time, and he glances at each stranger as they pass. The males get a measured stare, neither challenging or submissive, and most are relieved to see the too-quiet creature pass by. The mares he is less subtle with, eyeing with open appreciate the wide array that passes him by.
Ahead of him, Ivar can see the glint of the sea. Only a few yards down the slope to the rocky beach, and from there he can see Ischia as a faint green line on the horizon. A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye distracts him, and the scaled stallion turns to find the source.
@[Anybody]