02-05-2016, 05:57 PM
please don't take my sunshine away
Kirin. The name almost seemed to echo in the dense fog that was ebbing and flowing onto the shore, enveloping them in a damp blanket of cold air. She wasn't certain if it was the fault of the breeze or the way his hazel eyes bored into her, but she suddenly felt another chill crawl down the length of her spine. She stepped back for a moment, nestling her muzzle against her mother's side in a small but desperate effort to escape his view.
It is then that she sees the iron statue, looming over the land as if it were a careful lookout. It left her unnerved, but wholly curious. She could not bear to look at it for too long. At last, her attention swiveled back to her mother and this .. nephew of hers, though she hardly knew or understood the term, her mother had warned her of their destination prior to leaving.
What she had not disclosed was why she had taken her there in the first place.
Carefully, she listened, still standing close to Oswyn's side. Her brown doe eyes traced the large, all-encompassing lavender wings of the male standing so close before her, her vision lost among the beauty of his fluttering feathers. Somehow, she knew he was dangerous, regardless of the beauty his stance and stature portrayed. An enticing danger, alluring and deadly, and his silky smooth voice rang in her delicate ears as a warning.
It is then that she sees the iron statue, looming over the land as if it were a careful lookout. It left her unnerved, but wholly curious. She could not bear to look at it for too long. At last, her attention swiveled back to her mother and this .. nephew of hers, though she hardly knew or understood the term, her mother had warned her of their destination prior to leaving.
What she had not disclosed was why she had taken her there in the first place.
Carefully, she listened, still standing close to Oswyn's side. Her brown doe eyes traced the large, all-encompassing lavender wings of the male standing so close before her, her vision lost among the beauty of his fluttering feathers. Somehow, she knew he was dangerous, regardless of the beauty his stance and stature portrayed. An enticing danger, alluring and deadly, and his silky smooth voice rang in her delicate ears as a warning.
