03-05-2016, 10:38 PM
THIS WAY, OR NO WAY, YOU KNOW I'LL BE FREE
He can feel the eyes (or perhaps, lack thereof, but a rather elusive form of magic allows Demian to study him all the same) of his King follow the lines of his unusual features and his delicate, albeit beautiful wings. He is no stranger to intrusive looks, nor is he unfamiliar with the variety of reactions his quirky physique elicits from others, but as he returns the steady (though fragmented, as his compound eyes pieces together the strangeness of the other male as well) gaze, he finds his blunt approach to his conditon to be an altogether very welcome one.
He much preferred for others to blatantly address his moth-like features, rather than sweep it away, as if it didn't matter. Surely, it did matter - he was unique and he himself had never come across another like him, and he did not even know of his own origin. To simply pretend he is anything other than a peculiar hybrid of insect and equine would be to insult his intelligence and emotional capability, and as his King chuckles over his vocal acknowledgement, Elysium cannot hide the faint smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth.
His throat reverberates with a soft laughter of his own. "I am, I know. And so are you."
And so they are bound by their own strangeness, and it is in this that their friendship will certainly root itself.
"I agree; for the sake of the inevitability of another war, it would be in our best interest to find where we stand after this is all over. I will seek Cress in this matter, but prepare for the journey without her. If I can be of assistance and replace her in times of need, I surely will." He pauses in thought, his eyes trailing off as he peers off into the distance as the bright sunlight peeks between rolling, looming clouds - its rays cause him to lose himself in his thought for a moment.
Finally, his eyes seek Demian's face once more, studying his peculiar eye sockets of flame in the midst of his swimming thoughts.
"Thank you, Demian - I appreciate the vote of confidence. I will do what I can. As for the Tundra, I am not certain anyone has heard from them, but I will travel to find out our standing with them nonetheless. The King has long since been quiet there, but I know there are others there I will undoubtedly be able to speak with in his absence. I have seen an unusually large male drift to and fro from the Tundra; perhaps I can make contact with him. I will leave this evening."
Elysium
equus lepidoptera, student of the valley