LONGCLAW
-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-
He can give her purpose, if that’s what she desires. Fulfillment of needs and wishes are commands easily given - sometimes in order to see an object the eyes must be pointed in a certain direction, and this is where he feels his strength lies.
It lies in other places too, of course. The sloping curve of a broad, well-worked chest, leading into a tight, accented belly of steel. Legs that are long enough to give him a stalking, earth-eating stride like his father before him without adding too much to his height. Compact, built for speed, stamina, and beauty, Longclaw is appropriately cloaked in shimmering blue - but this fact only enhances the gleaming promise of white, matching fangs that jut out over his dark lips.
A predator, even in the shape of a prey animal.
When he rounds the curve of white-grain beach to find the pale mare staring at the sky, it stops his forward motion and leaves him with his head curiously tilted over her lamenting gaze. “Who are you?” He barks, easing forward again with the guise of a Tephran guard, and not that of a hungry wolf. “And what the hell happened?” He asks, glancing over her myriad of scars once he’s come close enough.
@[Zephyr]
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