12-30-2017, 07:40 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
The dark navy of a very early morning barely shines through the golden canopy, but it's still easy to see the glint of purple in the intruder's coat and in the feathers of his wings. Dahmer is curious, avian head still tilted to the side as the lavender stallion comes to a halt beneath him, incredulous that the raven had spoken to him. Dahmer's pupils narrow in their blue pools as he adjusts his hold on the branch beneath him, making it waver again in the early dawn.
"Yes, I suppose I can," the king of Sylva offers in return, his voice a mixture of amusement and confusion. Beqanna is full of shifters ─ foxes, bears, birds, wolves, wildcats ─ but perhaps this purple thing has yet to venture across any of them?
Dahmer drops from the branch then, his dark feathered body morphing as he hits the pine-needled earth and growing rapidly into his equine form. His obsidian frame blends into the morning shadows, but his hard blue eyes are bright as they watch the winged lavender stallion. "My name is Dahmer," he offers flatly to his newest acquaintance, nostrils fluttering in an attempt to place the stranger's scent. He smells of brine, but there is no hint of sulfur, nor had the black beast come across the other during his time in Tephra. "Is there something that I could help you with?"
He is straight to the point, though not unkind. Many of Sylva's previous residents had left when he and Ellyse had taken the throne, perhaps to follow Gryffen or to start a new path, and Dahmer has let it fester in the back of his mind as of late that he will need to gather an army sooner rather than later.
"Yes, I suppose I can," the king of Sylva offers in return, his voice a mixture of amusement and confusion. Beqanna is full of shifters ─ foxes, bears, birds, wolves, wildcats ─ but perhaps this purple thing has yet to venture across any of them?
Dahmer drops from the branch then, his dark feathered body morphing as he hits the pine-needled earth and growing rapidly into his equine form. His obsidian frame blends into the morning shadows, but his hard blue eyes are bright as they watch the winged lavender stallion. "My name is Dahmer," he offers flatly to his newest acquaintance, nostrils fluttering in an attempt to place the stranger's scent. He smells of brine, but there is no hint of sulfur, nor had the black beast come across the other during his time in Tephra. "Is there something that I could help you with?"
He is straight to the point, though not unkind. Many of Sylva's previous residents had left when he and Ellyse had taken the throne, perhaps to follow Gryffen or to start a new path, and Dahmer has let it fester in the back of his mind as of late that he will need to gather an army sooner rather than later.
Dahmer
@[Klaudius]