Deep into that darkness peering; Any

[Faulkor]

 

Simple. But, even in his true form he was a man of few words (now a man of even fewer).  The curious glint in her eye stirs a longing in him - a desire to steal that shine to add to the halls of his forest cave. Already he has acquired quite the collection of glistening stones (quartz mostly), but his favorite treasures perhaps are the stark white bones he has found - picked clean by the Forest’s creeping things and saved from the splintering heat of the sun.  Oh, how he longs to pluck the gleam from her eye to have as his own. But, her voice wakes him from his mischievous desires.  “Why?” she asks, her voice unsteady against neglected vocal chords. The raven blinks, unable to think of a reason - unable to dredge up the stallion’s desire to be set free of this avian form.  Without warning, the black bird attempts to snag a bit of mane from the mare’s nape and then flaps wildly towards the branches overhead.  “Why?” he mimics imperfectly.  Does it matter? F A U L K O R