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rotten peaches on the breath of the Colossus. - ghaul - 01-16-2020 GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
He was born small and sickly, all ribs and feral uneasiness as he skittered about Beqanna. He feasted on rodents and abandoned carcasses until he grew strong enough to take on larger prey. Now, his scales have hardened into armor that will know no defeat and his baby teeth have been traded in for rows of curved, crooked fangs. Ghaul’s talons leave deep tracks in the spring mud as he travels to the river in the middle of a heavy rain. There is a restless ache building between his ribs that he tries his best to ignore. He knows it is because Clarissa is not with him as often as he would like, but he gives her all the space she needs. The young monster has taken to needless hunts in an effort to sate his mood but to no avail. The throbbing emptiness that she leaves remains all the same. He snorts and a few small embers flitter from his nostrils before dying on the cold wind. His wings fold over his back in a pitiful attempt to shield him from some of the downpour. Ghaul has decided he hates spring but there is little he can do about it other than sulk. A slow, sad croon escapes his throat as he comes to a stop beside the river. He likes to watch the blue rippling and flowing that marks the water’s path, even if he can’t see it quite as well as others. The tall grasses reach up to his broad shoulders where they rustle against his body in the breeze. The world is bright and green and bursting with life, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His thin tail flicks from side to side before finally settling into a soft stillness. For now, he will count the hours until one of his few friends come back to him. RE: rotten peaches on the breath of the Colossus. - Fiorina - 01-16-2020
@[ghaul] RE: rotten peaches on the breath of the Colossus. - ghaul - 01-20-2020 GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
He lifts his head sharply when he hears the clicking emanating from her, his small ears turning this way and that until he spots her. Ghaul watches the blurred red and white of her approach curiously before he offers a brief chittering noise in return. No one ever quite returned the odd sort of noises he made and so he’s already curious just what sort of creature she is. The drake leans his head forward, sniffing the air for the scent of scales to go with the strange outline of her body, and he’s mildly disappointed when he finds none. But while she may not be quite different in the same way as he, there remains a need to understand. One talon lifts to step forward when she asks her question. He pauses. What is it like to fly? He regards this question for a moment before replacing his foot back in the spring mud where it had been before. Gluttony had made it sound so beautiful when he asked her but he had never found it to be so glorious. But perhaps she was not a hunter in the way he is? “Thrilling,” he finally answers, his lips spreading into a wide grin built of crooked crocodile teeth. He thinks of plucking young fawns from their mothers and the cries they each give. They always keep their eyes trained on the tree lines for signs of wolves or large cats, never thinking to watch the skies for something worse. “They never see me coming. The table is turned.” And then he laughs but something about the noise is out of sync, disjointed from itself with each breath. But his focus drifts to her strange tail and he finds something like envy worming its way into him. The only part of him that is not armored or weaponized, he thinks. His tail is much the same as any other of his species and he wonders if she has ever used it to kill. Certainly, she has? “I am Ghaul, of Pangea. Show me your tail.” RE: rotten peaches on the breath of the Colossus. - Fiorina - 01-22-2020
@[ghaul] RE: rotten peaches on the breath of the Colossus. - ghaul - 01-23-2020 GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Ghaul has chirped and crooned since his unholy birth, and yet he has never received reply in the way that he prefers. Even Clarissa only laughed and smiled when he purred delightedly beneath her touch. He does not see enough to discern the smile across her face when she draws closer, only the vague outline of her shape. Still, he seems rather pleased just the same. Fiorina. He tilts his head when she explains that perhaps she will also be of Pangea, but perhaps not. Ghaul follows her gaze and a brief snort puffs from his nostrils in wisps of smoke and ash. How could anyone not want to be born of such a sacred home, he wonders? Pangea will engulf this world in flame and shadows. The drake returns his gaze back to her and he feels his lips twitch downward in a frown for just a fleeting moment. “Is there somewhere better?” he asks, incredulous in his tone. “Nerine is too cold, too quiet. Loess is false promises and gilded glory. Tephra is weak and full of soft bellies. Only Pangea is worthy to burn the others to the ground. Once they are cleansed, maybe they will be worthy.” And here he smiles again, imagining all the char and smoldering embers that he will leave in his wake. When she shifts her position and presents that strange tail, though, he finds himself kneading at the mud with his talons. He leans closer, sniffing at it and following its little wave curiously. Ghaul believes himself safe from such weapons now that he has matured, but if she hooked him like a fish then he would learn very quickly. “I see some things. Anything very cold, or very warm,” he explains, still mesmerized by her tail. “I do not see the sky or the stars. I have only been told of them.” RE: rotten peaches on the breath of the Colossus. - Fiorina - 02-01-2020
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