07-21-2017, 02:24 AM
He can not recall the last time he ever set foot in the field. It had been ages but he had promised Nayl that he would be around more, do more for Nerine. This was a step in the right direction despite socialization not being one of his strongest points.
A mare draped with dun and tan is easily separated by his silver eyes. She held a pair of crumpled wings against her spine. Lior's own leathery pair pinned closed as he preferred the feel of the solid ground under his hooves. The dragon man did not need to display anymore than the darkness of his skin and the mercury filled eyes to demonstrate his strength. The finely feathered feet move him to near the woman, eyeing her as his lips flatten, studying her as creases furrow his brow. He is working to remember how this should all go.
"You...mare." The voice crawls like grinding rocks beneath the ocean floor. He stops as he knows she will acknowledge him unless she is deaf. Lior stands dark and tall like a thunderhead as the cool spring air attempts to lift the tangle of his mane. If she should decide to lash out, well he was not opposed to simply moving on. Nerine did not want for anything and would not suffer at loss of a potential member. Nayl had seen to that.
"You are here clearly. You must be in need of a residence. Nerine could accommodate you." The heavy dark male does not offer his name for it is only a title and would be lost one day in the centuries to come. He can feel the seconds tick like granules in an hourglass. He is not comfortable away from the salt shores of his home but would live up to his word and attempt to offer solace to the lone soul.
A mare draped with dun and tan is easily separated by his silver eyes. She held a pair of crumpled wings against her spine. Lior's own leathery pair pinned closed as he preferred the feel of the solid ground under his hooves. The dragon man did not need to display anymore than the darkness of his skin and the mercury filled eyes to demonstrate his strength. The finely feathered feet move him to near the woman, eyeing her as his lips flatten, studying her as creases furrow his brow. He is working to remember how this should all go.
"You...mare." The voice crawls like grinding rocks beneath the ocean floor. He stops as he knows she will acknowledge him unless she is deaf. Lior stands dark and tall like a thunderhead as the cool spring air attempts to lift the tangle of his mane. If she should decide to lash out, well he was not opposed to simply moving on. Nerine did not want for anything and would not suffer at loss of a potential member. Nayl had seen to that.
"You are here clearly. You must be in need of a residence. Nerine could accommodate you." The heavy dark male does not offer his name for it is only a title and would be lost one day in the centuries to come. He can feel the seconds tick like granules in an hourglass. He is not comfortable away from the salt shores of his home but would live up to his word and attempt to offer solace to the lone soul.
I want you to remember