12-03-2017, 06:14 PM
The world is moving on without him. And for the moment, that's alright. For a moment, it is just him and the sea and he forgets the other soul beside him. There, it whispers to him still, makes promises of sleep and a quiet end, if he would just....Step....In...
Another whisper. This one sweet and feminine, it breaks through the persuading murmur of the tide.
I'm going to touch your shoulder now.
He turns his head blindly to meet the voice, stiffening when it follows through with its promise of touching him. An icy finger draws a shiver along his spine at the touch. A flashing memory of teeth in his flesh. For one mind numbing moment, fear tells him to run, fast and far. In the next moment, his sanity fights back. It was a little touch, a gentle one. Barely there at all. And she, Amorette, wants to help. She says so.
Another shudder rolls through him, and he subconsciously leans into her offered flank. A river. That would be good. He nods his assent into her side, savoring the warm scent of her. He feels like a newborn foal at his dams side, dependant for his survival, despite standing taller than the kind woman.
"This river, it is not far?" He asks heavily. Rest would be his next desire, once the gritty thirst was gone from his tongue.
OOC: Short words, I'm sorry >_< @[Amorette]
Another whisper. This one sweet and feminine, it breaks through the persuading murmur of the tide.
I'm going to touch your shoulder now.
He turns his head blindly to meet the voice, stiffening when it follows through with its promise of touching him. An icy finger draws a shiver along his spine at the touch. A flashing memory of teeth in his flesh. For one mind numbing moment, fear tells him to run, fast and far. In the next moment, his sanity fights back. It was a little touch, a gentle one. Barely there at all. And she, Amorette, wants to help. She says so.
Another shudder rolls through him, and he subconsciously leans into her offered flank. A river. That would be good. He nods his assent into her side, savoring the warm scent of her. He feels like a newborn foal at his dams side, dependant for his survival, despite standing taller than the kind woman.
"This river, it is not far?" He asks heavily. Rest would be his next desire, once the gritty thirst was gone from his tongue.
OOC: Short words, I'm sorry >_< @[Amorette]