.:We Know Our Wings Are Flawed:.

[Nier]

There comes a time in a man's life when just being s vagabond doesn't cut it. Like they say to children in school. What do you want to be when you grow up? Where do you see your life in several years time? Nier would be the kid in the back of the class, chewing gum and staring out of the window. Things cane easy for him. He was a looker, he had charm that could dazzle the blindest of maidens. And when in doubt just go poof. Girls like that. Nier watches the mare and her demonstration. Leggy little thing likes to dance? Then so be it.

The grey stallion arches his neck and outstretches his wings, long and feathery they bend and bow. He looks like a cobra, ready to strike, dazzle the prey and then snap. He is coy for now, playing, toying. Idle little playthings, sort of like voodoo dolls but the actual thing. He wondered what would happen if he stuck pins in her? Do pretty little things bleed gold?

"Lovely little thing. Shouldn't be out in the cold." he purrs again and glides over, closer, closing in on her. He outstretches his nuzzle to gently tap her side, a nudge, telling, showing.

"MorningStar... The brightest fallen star. Are you waiting for someone to catch you? his tone is even, smooth and fluid. He is black velvet when he wants to be and its working. Like pliable clay in his fingertips.

"They call me many things, Pet. But you, you can call me Nier.

n i e r;
tyrael x amnesia
The winged invisible sloth demon