As if some dark beings (perhaps the monsters he once had taken a likeness to) heard his silence, he is gifted with the presence of another. Already Skandar can feel their hesitant hoof steps with a single ear flicking towards the sound of their movement, unsure. They were drawn to the kaleidoscope of his skin, as was most often the case, and the way he is able to warp and twist himself into anything beyond their wildest dreams - or, more commonly, that of nightmares.
However, when he turns his head towards her with some kind of slowness that is not particular to him, he is genuinely surprised by the stranger that greets him. Surprised only by the fact that it is not a stranger at all. Before the darkness, Skandar perhaps would have returned her softly spoken greeting with a dastardly grin - spitting venom immediately at her absolute foolishness to come near him once again, in the middle of the night in a barren, silent field.
He keeps these thoughts to himself, however, and the glimmer of shock that found his eyes quickly passes, pursing his lips curiously at the sweet, trusting Avelina.
“Avelina,” he replies, the tiniest dip of his head accompanying the deep tones of his rough voice. His eyes immediately fell to where he had attacked her, hungry and wishing to see what kind of scars lay haphazardly across her skin from that day many years ago. When he sees nothing he is unsatisfied, shown by the way his ears tip back into the deep indigo of his mane. “How poetic that you’ve found me again,” he muses aloud, and though he smiles softly, it is grim and dark on his handsome face. He has learned much from his time with the monsters and, much to his surprise, from Aela herself.
Skandar turns to move towards her, slow and calculating. The buzzing behind his eyes suddenly becomes noticeable to him and with a breath he quells it, despite the desperation he feels to merely blink and create beautiful and intricate patterns on the darkness of her skin. It would be beautiful, he thinks, especially in the light of her firefly glow.
“I want to apologize.”
A lie, delicious and sweet on his tongue.
skandar
@[Avelina]