i feel a bad moon rising - azazelle

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take Fate has always turned in Ivar’s favor. It happens so frequently that it must be due to some sort of purposeful interception, yet the scaled creature knows better than to question. He’s been wanting a reason to go out to sea, and a reason has appeared. There, hovering over the water. From a distance he thinks it is Kylin, pale and graceful, and the idea of swimming with her beneath the waves has him knee-deep in the surf before he has realized he is stepping forward. He comes back to himself as the figure turns, and the sun illuminates a mare that is not the lavender and white that he had been hoping for. Still, she is not far away, and the shoreline around them is totally empty. Raising his head, Ivar calls out over the sea, beckoning the distant flier to come in to the shore. The water is cold against his scales, but the familiar tug and pull has his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Why had he ever left the sea? This is everything he’s ever needed, and he calls again for the mare out to sea, knowing that fate had brought her here for him. kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis