06-06-2020, 09:30 PM
Santana stretched, cat-like and luxurious as fingers of rosy sunlight caressed the sky. His wings rose to brush the lower branches of the trees he'd been sleeping beneath, knocking a shower of twigs and leaves on his back. With a brisk shake, he took a last look at the forest that had sheltered him for this night, and many before it.
The moon still hung in the sky, translucent in the brightening blue where it peeked through the trees. It watched the draconic stallion as he moved toward the border, toward the woman he was meeting there.
He was solemn this morning, but at peace. His dreams had been comforting things. Grounding, where he had needed it. Hooves sank deep into the hummus while he came to a rest in sight of the blackened landmark. It was a gnarled titan, unmissable and imposing. There was no sooty pegasus mare beneath the lightning struck tower. Not yet.
He was equine, but armored. Scaled from head to toe. Crowned in frost-rhimed horns and grinning with a mouth full of jagged teeth. "Born ready, my darling witch." He replied as she approached. He snapped playfully at a buzzing black fly, before centering his mismatched gaze on her heavily. Flames blue and amber simmered in his eyes, kindling for the day ahead.
"So tell me," he drawled, shaking the tangled knots of his forelock back. "How is this going down? Or am I being optimistic in thinking you have a real plan." There was no reproach in his tone as he said this. Merely resignation that throwing his lot in with the feathered mare was to accept that things would be on the wing more often than not. Still though, he would be more comfortable with some sort of outline as to what was expected of him today.
@[Eyas]
The moon still hung in the sky, translucent in the brightening blue where it peeked through the trees. It watched the draconic stallion as he moved toward the border, toward the woman he was meeting there.
He was solemn this morning, but at peace. His dreams had been comforting things. Grounding, where he had needed it. Hooves sank deep into the hummus while he came to a rest in sight of the blackened landmark. It was a gnarled titan, unmissable and imposing. There was no sooty pegasus mare beneath the lightning struck tower. Not yet.
He was equine, but armored. Scaled from head to toe. Crowned in frost-rhimed horns and grinning with a mouth full of jagged teeth. "Born ready, my darling witch." He replied as she approached. He snapped playfully at a buzzing black fly, before centering his mismatched gaze on her heavily. Flames blue and amber simmered in his eyes, kindling for the day ahead.
"So tell me," he drawled, shaking the tangled knots of his forelock back. "How is this going down? Or am I being optimistic in thinking you have a real plan." There was no reproach in his tone as he said this. Merely resignation that throwing his lot in with the feathered mare was to accept that things would be on the wing more often than not. Still though, he would be more comfortable with some sort of outline as to what was expected of him today.
@[Eyas]