09-03-2021, 04:41 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
It’s surprising how his mind eases slightly with Skandar’s reassurance and even if he had known of the bloody thoughts that had been stirred, he wouldn’t be appalled. Not when it comes to protecting their own. He throws up his muzzle, pleased that at least this was one last thing to worry about. He doesn’t doubt that any intruders will regret meeting the swirling stars of the Champion, doesn’t doubt that Skandar would go to the ends of the earth to protect the striped mare who currently looked over the changeling child with the one she had gathered from the den.
What little peace had been between them vanishes when their eyes meet. He can feel the taunt string between them as Skandar speaks. Something? He asks. ”Or someone?” His grin turns almost wolfish as the pupils in his eyes flatten into slits and the air becomes something electric and dangerous around them. Deadly. He is silent and still as the grave as he holds the other’s probing gaze, seeing the same fire that stirs around the slithering thing in the pit of his belly. “Tephra.” Is the unexpected answer he gives in response and he doesn’t tear his gaze away from the other, his curiosity focused on catching any subtle expressions he might normally miss.
“I need to go back and I want you with me.” He says in his smooth way but there is no hint of indifference this time and its clearly not a request. No, not a request at all as his unwavering gaze refuses to be torn from the other. Would Skandar reject his demand? Or was this stallion Aela’s soldier completely, through and through? At the end of the day it mattered little. Skandar was currently Champion in his name who harbored a passion of dislike towards Tephra that might nearly rival his own (from the little Aela had ever shared with him about the skin walker). And the volcano had been too quiet. And there was, unfortunately, a mare with jaguar spots hidden in the depths of its jungles that he would regret not extracting if things went wrong. He doesn’t know why, she deserved to rot there, but his insufferable sister and her soft request had managed to wedge itself beneath his scales.
Skandar would be useful if the ashland was less quiet on his return and he would not accept no as an answer.
He slowly extracts himself from the freezing waters as he finally breaks his gaze from the other. He moves up the bank, making a show of flicking droplets from the end of his long luxurious tail. He glances up at the stars again, his back to the other, as his quiet voice calls over his shoulder just loud enough for him to hear. “I like you Skandar.” His skull angled as he looks back at him with those fierce bright eyes through a sheer haze of long black hair. “If you two want to destroy each other, who am I to stop you?” He murmurs and there is perhaps just the smallest glimmer of pain reflected in the depths of red but it disappears in a sweep of dark lashes and the smug smirk that quickly follows shows no signs of vulnerability. “I’ll find you when I return.”
What little peace had been between them vanishes when their eyes meet. He can feel the taunt string between them as Skandar speaks. Something? He asks. ”Or someone?” His grin turns almost wolfish as the pupils in his eyes flatten into slits and the air becomes something electric and dangerous around them. Deadly. He is silent and still as the grave as he holds the other’s probing gaze, seeing the same fire that stirs around the slithering thing in the pit of his belly. “Tephra.” Is the unexpected answer he gives in response and he doesn’t tear his gaze away from the other, his curiosity focused on catching any subtle expressions he might normally miss.
“I need to go back and I want you with me.” He says in his smooth way but there is no hint of indifference this time and its clearly not a request. No, not a request at all as his unwavering gaze refuses to be torn from the other. Would Skandar reject his demand? Or was this stallion Aela’s soldier completely, through and through? At the end of the day it mattered little. Skandar was currently Champion in his name who harbored a passion of dislike towards Tephra that might nearly rival his own (from the little Aela had ever shared with him about the skin walker). And the volcano had been too quiet. And there was, unfortunately, a mare with jaguar spots hidden in the depths of its jungles that he would regret not extracting if things went wrong. He doesn’t know why, she deserved to rot there, but his insufferable sister and her soft request had managed to wedge itself beneath his scales.
Skandar would be useful if the ashland was less quiet on his return and he would not accept no as an answer.
He slowly extracts himself from the freezing waters as he finally breaks his gaze from the other. He moves up the bank, making a show of flicking droplets from the end of his long luxurious tail. He glances up at the stars again, his back to the other, as his quiet voice calls over his shoulder just loud enough for him to hear. “I like you Skandar.” His skull angled as he looks back at him with those fierce bright eyes through a sheer haze of long black hair. “If you two want to destroy each other, who am I to stop you?” He murmurs and there is perhaps just the smallest glimmer of pain reflected in the depths of red but it disappears in a sweep of dark lashes and the smug smirk that quickly follows shows no signs of vulnerability. “I’ll find you when I return.”
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