paint it black; teal

[Lior]

dark son of gunsynd

And just as the weave of a spider web seems like endless madness, day in and day out, she finds the spider. Lior had been in his head again. He is currently trying to conjure the memory of his mother. Was she pretty? Was she a kind mare? All he can do is chock it up to a lost name that simply drifted out of Beqanna. Distaste is like a copper penny on his tongue as he banishes the nameless mare that birthed him for she had given the male to his father...ultimately a child sacrifice chained to a life of torture, rape, and hatred. But when he feels a pressure of a velvet nose, the ugliness of his mind dissipates. The large male swings around to lay his gaze upon a white haired golden lass. Silver pools study her as she pedals back but as though stuck in tar. Her movements are slow and weighted and at first Lior does not understand. Silly mare. The thought vibrates through his mind but he now sees the eyes unseeing...they track nothing. "Hello?" The stallion tries with questioning features. The deep throatiness vibrates against his chest as he speaks low. He can see the woman is blind, scared. He does not know she is deaf so he waits for her answer with forward ears and a cautious look due to his mistrusting nature. Sadly, his father haunts him still after all these years and it has left the tall male damaged and withdrawn. But she is a woman after all and so against his own better judgement, a heavy feathered hoof lugs him closer to her with an extended muzzle, hot air exhaling from between the whiskered lips. "You ok?" The question is small and rough but it was much more than he typically did. Perhaps it was the sightless eyes of the mare that garnered sympathy from somewhere in the depths of his core but nonetheless his features remain neutral and flat despite his few efforts. LIOR