11-27-2015, 12:46 PM
The voice was startling, and she was quick to whirl around to face it. Her ears flatted onto her skull, head low in preparation of an attack - but it did not come. The voice was unsettling, as was the body it came from; he was bony, legitimately bony, the backbone of this visitor sharper than the peaks of a mountain. But, in a way, he fit the image of the Chamber; there was a darkness to her new home, despite its devastating beauty. He was dark, hidden in shadow, appearing to be very much at home.
His eyes were milky, and she thought briefly that he was blind, but the way his ears were trained on her and the way his gaze so readily met his banished the thought from her mind. Her ears slowly raised to focus on him, but her body remained tense, her instincts coming back in a rush. She had trained herself to focus, to feign relaxation, but such an equine left her unnerved.
His voice remained snaky, but he welcomed her all the same. So she dipped her head, eyes never leaving him, in a greeting. "I am Para." Her voice was soft and simple, but there was no mistaking the wary edge to her voice. "You know this land, then. Why does the ground beat beneath us?" She was still uncomfortable standing still - the ground thrummed so steadily it continued to keep her on edge, and she hoped that an answer would soothe her nerves, even temporarily.
p a r a
keep your mouth shut