06-12-2021, 07:06 PM
SUNLIGHT
She awaits his reaction keenly, understanding that retaliation may be swift and perhaps even painful if Sunlight did not act quickly enough. But that lopsided smile on her pale mouth gives the indication that she is not worried about her ability to defend herself for whatever Obscene may do, even if it was only to come at her with his brute strength. The fury that wells up in his glittered face is enough to cause her spine to shudder and bring flame to the surface of her skin (if only briefly to dry herself) in defense. It wavers over her body like a salve, encasing her in fire yet no flames dance from it in long, orange tongues.
When it is apparent he is not going on the offensive, the fire that she brought forth as armor simmers back into the warmth of her skin. She, however, leaves the ivory of her ankles alight with it, allowing the flames to lick at the delicateness of her whimsically feathered feet. She fluidly turns herself so that her back is no longer towards him, facing him with a slightly softened expression as a glimmer of gold light seemingly heals his wounds. She snorts sharply as the smell of burning flesh dissipates into nothingness, gold-rimmed ears falling into her equally golden mane, her blazed face displeased.
“Well, that’s no fun.” There is a pout that finds her gold-traced mouth, accompanied by a single stomp of a feathered foreleg. Sparks fly with the motion and then simmer back into a quiet and crackling flame. Her words were addressing both her disappointment in his ability to heal himself as well as his sudden (very pressing, apparently) question about who she is. Sunlight flicks her tail, brushing against her flaming hocks but it is not set alight by the light touch.
The gold and white around her eyes narrow, feeling completely stubborn and unwilling to cooperate. “A little party trick and all of a sudden I’m important?” She scoffs, curving her dark obsidian neck as she feigns offense. She has an inkling at what he might be hinting at and it shows in the way she considers him with those expressive, dark brows. She lifts her chin in an attempt to meet him eye to eye, curious despite the ferocity in which her golden gaze meets the shining red of his own.
A smile spreads slowly across her face, her ears flicking forwards. “It’s the eyes that give it away, for me.” Her father’s were the same color (one of them, at least) and it seems that the stallion she has been messing with is far more than just a mere stranger. Her sister, Firelight, has the same burning red swirling in her irises, as well. “I’m a little sad I wasn’t able to inherit them. Lucky you.”
“Levi is my father.”
When it is apparent he is not going on the offensive, the fire that she brought forth as armor simmers back into the warmth of her skin. She, however, leaves the ivory of her ankles alight with it, allowing the flames to lick at the delicateness of her whimsically feathered feet. She fluidly turns herself so that her back is no longer towards him, facing him with a slightly softened expression as a glimmer of gold light seemingly heals his wounds. She snorts sharply as the smell of burning flesh dissipates into nothingness, gold-rimmed ears falling into her equally golden mane, her blazed face displeased.
“Well, that’s no fun.” There is a pout that finds her gold-traced mouth, accompanied by a single stomp of a feathered foreleg. Sparks fly with the motion and then simmer back into a quiet and crackling flame. Her words were addressing both her disappointment in his ability to heal himself as well as his sudden (very pressing, apparently) question about who she is. Sunlight flicks her tail, brushing against her flaming hocks but it is not set alight by the light touch.
The gold and white around her eyes narrow, feeling completely stubborn and unwilling to cooperate. “A little party trick and all of a sudden I’m important?” She scoffs, curving her dark obsidian neck as she feigns offense. She has an inkling at what he might be hinting at and it shows in the way she considers him with those expressive, dark brows. She lifts her chin in an attempt to meet him eye to eye, curious despite the ferocity in which her golden gaze meets the shining red of his own.
A smile spreads slowly across her face, her ears flicking forwards. “It’s the eyes that give it away, for me.” Her father’s were the same color (one of them, at least) and it seems that the stallion she has been messing with is far more than just a mere stranger. Her sister, Firelight, has the same burning red swirling in her irises, as well. “I’m a little sad I wasn’t able to inherit them. Lucky you.”
“Levi is my father.”
a fire shall be woken
@[Obscene]