Awakening [Any/All]

[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

Is it more like vampirism? He can’t be sure. All that Longclaw knows is that it must be by invitation in order for the rest to settle into place. Without that initial yes, there’s only hunger and death, death, death rattling about inside that wasted brain of his. Zephyr gives him that yes (Okay, Longclaw…) and even though he can see the hesitance to her features and hear the trepidation in her voice, he smiles all the same and replies, “Right this way.”

Then he is moving, nimble and beautiful like the same flame he holds within. “When did you come here, to Tephra?” The devil asks, tilting a shrouded eye aside so that he might glance at her. It would shock him to learn that she’s been here for a while and he had yet to come across her; Longclaw would see it as a failure on his own end to familiarize himself with his fellow Tephrans.

But there are those (Like his lovely ghost-girl, Femur) who enjoy solitude and stick to their own agendas, Zephyr is one of these perhaps. He can’t imagine that being previously blind would have left her much in the way of opportunity. She’s blind no longer though, he can tell by the way she matches him stride for stride even as night slips over the heavens and turns her white skin to black. Stealthily, Longclaw exchanges his normal eyes for wolf ones and allows himself to appraise her while she replies.

He likes the rugged edge she wears, her scars are fitting and tend to enhance what he deemed so strange before. Rolling pleasantly over her cheek and stomach, the dark lines show a story of victory. He can appreciate a born fighter. Eventually though he finds that his attention must be directed elsewhere; a ribbon of curling water keeps them from his favorite island and together they must pass through it.

Without losing a beat, Longclaw slides eagerly down a short bank and wades chest-deep through the dark waters sluggishly. “I came when I was just a boy. A fresh stallion full of ideas with nothing to prove his worth.” He speaks suddenly, finding it necessary to give her a bit of his backstory (to relax her, to ease her unsure mind of course.) “Now I feel I can never leave. I’m as much a part of this earth as the Volcano is.” He chuckles softly, shaking loose heavy water once they reach the opposite shore.

“Have you ever felt that way, Zephyr? A part of something bigger than you?”

@[Zephyr]