11-04-2017, 04:30 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
His wings are spread wide, coasting on a thermal somewhere above Tephra's volcano. Dahmer has grown to love the bittersweet gift that Carnage had bestowed upon him. It's easier to hide when he is in raven form, tucked in the highest branches of his home's tropical trees. It's easier to guard the boundaries, to make sure that there are no lava-wolves coming for Smoak or for Ellyse when he can soar overhead, beady eyes surveying the entirety of their home.
He hopes that soon Ellyse's wing will heal so that she can take to the skies with him, something that they had not had a chance to do before his own large wings had been ripped from his shoulders. He rides lower to the ground now, the wind rustling through his raven wings as he revels in the freedom of flight. Movement catches his attention at Tephra's treeline, where the cold winter air that the rest of Beqanna is subject to is lost to make way for the sulfur-tinged air of his home.
The painted mare, though her coat is shaggy, is swiftly recognized by the turquoise-eyed stallion and he tilts his raven-frame to coast in her direction. Dahmer caws loudly as the distance between them dwindles, his own name drifting from Nikoline's maw and through the humid air of Tephra. He circles overhead, slowly moving slower and slower. "Nikoline," he calls softly to her before remembering that he had not been capable of shifting when she had first met him.
He drifts lower to the long verdant grasses and wills his body to change ─ it grows, morphs, and then he is the black thoroughbred that she had known, but wingless, and with a diamond-shaped brand in the middle of his forehead. He tries to mask the permanent broodiness that he has succumbed to since his return from Carnage's cave, but his smile doesn't quite reach his bright blue eyes as he gazes upon the painted lady. "You've been gone far too long," he says with a hint of warmth, his forelock tossed to the side, "Have you returned with interesting stories for me?"
He hopes that soon Ellyse's wing will heal so that she can take to the skies with him, something that they had not had a chance to do before his own large wings had been ripped from his shoulders. He rides lower to the ground now, the wind rustling through his raven wings as he revels in the freedom of flight. Movement catches his attention at Tephra's treeline, where the cold winter air that the rest of Beqanna is subject to is lost to make way for the sulfur-tinged air of his home.
The painted mare, though her coat is shaggy, is swiftly recognized by the turquoise-eyed stallion and he tilts his raven-frame to coast in her direction. Dahmer caws loudly as the distance between them dwindles, his own name drifting from Nikoline's maw and through the humid air of Tephra. He circles overhead, slowly moving slower and slower. "Nikoline," he calls softly to her before remembering that he had not been capable of shifting when she had first met him.
He drifts lower to the long verdant grasses and wills his body to change ─ it grows, morphs, and then he is the black thoroughbred that she had known, but wingless, and with a diamond-shaped brand in the middle of his forehead. He tries to mask the permanent broodiness that he has succumbed to since his return from Carnage's cave, but his smile doesn't quite reach his bright blue eyes as he gazes upon the painted lady. "You've been gone far too long," he says with a hint of warmth, his forelock tossed to the side, "Have you returned with interesting stories for me?"
Dahmer
@[Nikoline] ♥