08-27-2016, 03:05 PM
Ruan
His pale leopard hide breached the barrier from forest to meadow, birthing a new light on his plum-colored spots. The pattern faded into dark points, a smooth sooty black. Chilled blue eyes scanned the horizon, brows creased in worry. With each day that passed without finding Morigan, his sister that raised him as a child, his heart grew heavier and concern for her safety ignited within him the urge that brought him to this place today. He had to find her. It was killing him. Was something wrong? Had something happened to her?
A shadow crossed the sky, too large to be a bird. He looked up to find a mare, pregnant with child, soaring gracefully through the air without wings. They were either invisible or a powerful magic held her aloft so easily, he surmised passively. He cringed inwardly as she landed with a thud, thinking of the child within.
He had been present for a birth in this last season, royal triplets no less. Ruan was awed by the power of motherhood, creating life without the need for magic. It was nature's own sort of magic, and it was beautiful, miraculous. He couldn't imagine what it took for them to manage such a feat.
He watched her settle herself to graze, his stance relaxed and calm. There was an elegant beauty to her, something almost royal, as if even the sun had to ask permission to touch her. He was the type to notice such things about strangers, to appreciate the artistry they lent to the world around them. Her features were delicate, yet strong; a harmonious blend.
His feet carried him quietly forward, approaching from her left quarter. He kept his eyes trained on her, ready to meet her gaze with his own when she heard his advance.
"I'm Ruan," he said simply as he continued forward, his voice a low gentle rumble.
She was radiant. He thought he might tell her so, but hesitated. It was probably best to see if she minded his presence first. With a last light step he halted a few feet away, probably too close. Steely eyes studied her warily, searching for signs of attack so that he might retreat in time. You never really knew with mares. His sister had always told him as a child he was too friendly, too trusting.
A shadow crossed the sky, too large to be a bird. He looked up to find a mare, pregnant with child, soaring gracefully through the air without wings. They were either invisible or a powerful magic held her aloft so easily, he surmised passively. He cringed inwardly as she landed with a thud, thinking of the child within.
He had been present for a birth in this last season, royal triplets no less. Ruan was awed by the power of motherhood, creating life without the need for magic. It was nature's own sort of magic, and it was beautiful, miraculous. He couldn't imagine what it took for them to manage such a feat.
He watched her settle herself to graze, his stance relaxed and calm. There was an elegant beauty to her, something almost royal, as if even the sun had to ask permission to touch her. He was the type to notice such things about strangers, to appreciate the artistry they lent to the world around them. Her features were delicate, yet strong; a harmonious blend.
His feet carried him quietly forward, approaching from her left quarter. He kept his eyes trained on her, ready to meet her gaze with his own when she heard his advance.
"I'm Ruan," he said simply as he continued forward, his voice a low gentle rumble.
She was radiant. He thought he might tell her so, but hesitated. It was probably best to see if she minded his presence first. With a last light step he halted a few feet away, probably too close. Steely eyes studied her warily, searching for signs of attack so that he might retreat in time. You never really knew with mares. His sister had always told him as a child he was too friendly, too trusting.
