11-05-2018, 03:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-09-2018, 07:01 PM by kahzie.
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The world is very still.
Ivar wonders if they have all fled to safety, abandoning their homelands in fear of illness. From where he lurks, half-submerged in the icy water, it seems so. The riverlands are quiet, and the snow on the bank is unbothered by hooves.
Hooves other than his own, now. The piebald creature emerges from the water, his hind legs growing to support his weight on land, and his aquatic tail shrinking back into a knotted mess of blue and gold that flicks against his scaled sides. Movement to the left draws his golden eyes, and the kelpie turns to find a small blue figure near the woods.
He smiles without thinking, the expression all but dazzling on his too handsome face. It’s a filly, young enough to not be of interest to Ivar, but the kelpie is less discerning. He only cares that she is alone - a quick glance about a sharp inhale confirms this - and that she is at least nearly grown. The kelpie is familiar with waiting, and the memory of a blushing Kyveli reminds him how delightful the rewards of patience are.[/size][/color]
“Hello.” Says the piebald stallion, moving closer through the shallow snow, the river ever at his back. “What are you doing out here all alone?” There is hunger in his gaze that he makes no effort to hide, but that is obscured by the focus in his golden eyes, as though the roan filly with the bright blaze is the most fascinating creature he has ever seen.
Ivar wonders if they have all fled to safety, abandoning their homelands in fear of illness. From where he lurks, half-submerged in the icy water, it seems so. The riverlands are quiet, and the snow on the bank is unbothered by hooves.
Hooves other than his own, now. The piebald creature emerges from the water, his hind legs growing to support his weight on land, and his aquatic tail shrinking back into a knotted mess of blue and gold that flicks against his scaled sides. Movement to the left draws his golden eyes, and the kelpie turns to find a small blue figure near the woods.
He smiles without thinking, the expression all but dazzling on his too handsome face. It’s a filly, young enough to not be of interest to Ivar, but the kelpie is less discerning. He only cares that she is alone - a quick glance about a sharp inhale confirms this - and that she is at least nearly grown. The kelpie is familiar with waiting, and the memory of a blushing Kyveli reminds him how delightful the rewards of patience are.[/size][/color]
“Hello.” Says the piebald stallion, moving closer through the shallow snow, the river ever at his back. “What are you doing out here all alone?” There is hunger in his gaze that he makes no effort to hide, but that is obscured by the focus in his golden eyes, as though the roan filly with the bright blaze is the most fascinating creature he has ever seen.