10-20-2017, 12:20 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
He stares at her with the intensity of a wolf eyeing a sleeping lamb. All but the pink of his tongue gliding over sharp teeth and scarred lips is felt in that gaze. She caught a glimpse of them when he snaps at the horse, pushing back the darkness of her mane, silver eyes flash in the reflection of harvest moonlight. She suddenly feels very small and hesitates with her hind leg hovering near the heat soaked soil in response if she should turn a go but the pale man is gliding closer to her, he grins wickedly with smooth words and a gilded tongue.He divulges that he is king of Sylva, ruler of the party, taster of blood and wine. The pied mare attempts to say something to break his ravenous gaze but her mouth has grown dry till the scent of rain shakes her from the haze of her mind and of Gryffen's hovering presence. Isobell feels the smooth scales touch her hip and float against her skin as he crawls up her side, taller and shielding her away. "Ivar." She breathes his name with surprise but it is not unwelcomed. Silently, the petite moonlight and moondark mare is thankful he has appeared. Mercury filled eyes note the twisted expression, the low primal growl that curls from between his ivory lips. Isobell had never seen Ivar assert himself so and wonders if the men knew something she did not.
Isobell moves to take Ivar's shoulder as she wonders what company the pale king offered but knowing Ivar was safer, Ivar would keep her away from what glinted deep in the burning embers of Gryffen's eyes. The pewter eyes believe that they almost catch the slip of Gryffen's mask but perhaps it was just the lights above that were playing tricks upon her.