And I looked and behold a pale horse
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
No had not been the first word he had said, but it had been the word that had stuck. No, no, no, it echoed back moments after it had left the air, and the ravenesque youth tilted his head to hear it reverberated in his mind like ripples in the pond.
He'd been on the verge of correcting the nymph when she'd dove beneath the leaf dappled surface. It was only the arrival of a third that trapped the words behind his teeth. The shock and surprise of another dark little creature springing into existence heralded by a thrill of noise.
Mouth quirking in an uncertain grin, Cross watched the dark little girl with amusement as she bounded to a vibrating halt. There was even in this opening moment a clear opposition between the two. One bold, one shrinking, both utterly unique, their inner thoughts as individual as snowflakes. The length of his tail swept reeds and pond moss with a certain contemplation.
"Thank you, little lass," he smiled at the girl in the pond, dipping his head to sip at the water's edge. Cold drops dripping back to earth, he raised his head with a softer look in his lurid eyes. "I'm Cross," he answered, the name an undefined thing yet in his mouth. "And I didn't mean to disappoint you Asterope, it's just I didn't know you were here. I don't think either of us did." He shrugged with a helpless grin.
"But now that we're here, what would you like to do?" He asked, wondering what a water lily girl and a shifter girl and a dark angelic boy could do for fun.
He'd been on the verge of correcting the nymph when she'd dove beneath the leaf dappled surface. It was only the arrival of a third that trapped the words behind his teeth. The shock and surprise of another dark little creature springing into existence heralded by a thrill of noise.
Mouth quirking in an uncertain grin, Cross watched the dark little girl with amusement as she bounded to a vibrating halt. There was even in this opening moment a clear opposition between the two. One bold, one shrinking, both utterly unique, their inner thoughts as individual as snowflakes. The length of his tail swept reeds and pond moss with a certain contemplation.
"Thank you, little lass," he smiled at the girl in the pond, dipping his head to sip at the water's edge. Cold drops dripping back to earth, he raised his head with a softer look in his lurid eyes. "I'm Cross," he answered, the name an undefined thing yet in his mouth. "And I didn't mean to disappoint you Asterope, it's just I didn't know you were here. I don't think either of us did." He shrugged with a helpless grin.
"But now that we're here, what would you like to do?" He asked, wondering what a water lily girl and a shifter girl and a dark angelic boy could do for fun.
@[asterope] @[Sickle]