OOC: BrokenStar, I think you need to close your italic tag as it's corrupting the board 
He would not show it, he was too proud, too stubborn, but the walk tired his muscles, his limbs ached and even his lungs were screaming at him. He felt like a wayward young colt on gangly legs, just learning to use them. Oh how he much preferred the wings. Flight was so much easier, so much quicker than tediously walking the earth.
But he did it. He was proving a point, not only within himself but to the maiden beside him. If he were to gain their trust, if he were to lure them in with a sparkling, shiny object, like care, like affection, the easier it was for them to stay with him. The easier it was for him to continue this ruse he was trying to pull off - some actor, some knight in shining armour who was really just a lonely little boy trapped in the soul of a lazy demon.
But he would never admit it, could never admit it.
Like his mother, he withdrew into his invisibility in times of crisis. He never knew it until she had lost sight of him one day. He spent all day until moon's rise totally forgotten. It was bliss, but also hell. That was how he knew what Hell was like. Lonely and stifling imprisoning.
Nier watched the dappled mare, he kept eyes upon her the whole duration they walked. He watched her change, a sow metamorphosis in front of him; she was a wriggly little caterpillar, weak and not much to look at now, but he could tell that she was going to change. there was a butterfly beneath her, within her. The Hellion was quite good at picturing change. He did it most days.
As Star trod the border, Nier disappeared. Not away from the heralded, but he, himself. He shrouded in a blanket of nothingness and watched her as she looked. She looked everywhere and he continued to watch her, a twisted little mind ticking over with notions. He soon caught whiff on the air. the honeyed scent of BrokenStar. Her allure was still strong. The steed still felt her touch grain against him. He continued to observe in his invisible shroud as the two butted heads, so to speak. That was when the winged one intervened. A snap of teeth, but a smirk nonetheless.
If he was to be an Alpha to them, a leader, he may need to up his game and not laze around and watch them like little lab rats. Pretty little lab rats they were though...
"Now, now, play nice." Nier nipped at the air, circling the ebony mare, he was mid changing, so his words would had come from thin air. He liked toying with others sometimes, especially when they were not used to his disappearing and reappearing act. Half of him was still vacant, but the other half moved between them.
"I brought a friend, Pet. You should be grateful." his tone is sharper than intended. Again this was too new for him. He was much a loner when he was younger. A drifter, a vagabond. Having to play nice with others, with mares nonetheless, was a lot more difficult than he had initially thought.
"I am right here. They say walls have ears, but I am far smarter than that. I can be here," he closed his eyes and was gone again. his voice trailing on the wind. "and gone, in a single blink."
He reappeared right beside his newest addition, he laid his muzzle gently across her withers and gave a light, knowing nudge. Lipping lightly at loose strands of silver mane.
"You may have to forgive her. I know nothing of what goes on in a female's mind, but i'm guessing she may be a little..." he steps away, angles himself between them both, extending his neck and touching the raven mare with the briefest of touches to her neck. "Jealous." he shook his head, arching himself a little and broadening his wings, stretching them once and twice, ruffling their tired bones, before pinning them back against his ribcage.
"This is Gemstone Ridge. This is home. It should be a safe haven for you both." he extended his nose to the cliff edge, "But be cautious of falling rocks. So no stunt pulling, right?" he gave the two mares a cautious look and each a surreptitious wink. "I have these things, you don't. We can't all be daredevils." he finished his sentence with a cool laugh and circled them both in an attempt to move each closer. Be friends, he thought, even if they had a knife at each others back when he wasn't there, he'd rather have them be acquainted and civil. No bloodshed on this land... yet.
n i e r;
the SNAKES start to SING
tyrael x amnesia
the winged, invisible sloth demon
But he did it. He was proving a point, not only within himself but to the maiden beside him. If he were to gain their trust, if he were to lure them in with a sparkling, shiny object, like care, like affection, the easier it was for them to stay with him. The easier it was for him to continue this ruse he was trying to pull off - some actor, some knight in shining armour who was really just a lonely little boy trapped in the soul of a lazy demon.
But he would never admit it, could never admit it.
Like his mother, he withdrew into his invisibility in times of crisis. He never knew it until she had lost sight of him one day. He spent all day until moon's rise totally forgotten. It was bliss, but also hell. That was how he knew what Hell was like. Lonely and stifling imprisoning.
Nier watched the dappled mare, he kept eyes upon her the whole duration they walked. He watched her change, a sow metamorphosis in front of him; she was a wriggly little caterpillar, weak and not much to look at now, but he could tell that she was going to change. there was a butterfly beneath her, within her. The Hellion was quite good at picturing change. He did it most days.
As Star trod the border, Nier disappeared. Not away from the heralded, but he, himself. He shrouded in a blanket of nothingness and watched her as she looked. She looked everywhere and he continued to watch her, a twisted little mind ticking over with notions. He soon caught whiff on the air. the honeyed scent of BrokenStar. Her allure was still strong. The steed still felt her touch grain against him. He continued to observe in his invisible shroud as the two butted heads, so to speak. That was when the winged one intervened. A snap of teeth, but a smirk nonetheless.
If he was to be an Alpha to them, a leader, he may need to up his game and not laze around and watch them like little lab rats. Pretty little lab rats they were though...
"Now, now, play nice." Nier nipped at the air, circling the ebony mare, he was mid changing, so his words would had come from thin air. He liked toying with others sometimes, especially when they were not used to his disappearing and reappearing act. Half of him was still vacant, but the other half moved between them.
"I brought a friend, Pet. You should be grateful." his tone is sharper than intended. Again this was too new for him. He was much a loner when he was younger. A drifter, a vagabond. Having to play nice with others, with mares nonetheless, was a lot more difficult than he had initially thought.
"I am right here. They say walls have ears, but I am far smarter than that. I can be here," he closed his eyes and was gone again. his voice trailing on the wind. "and gone, in a single blink."
He reappeared right beside his newest addition, he laid his muzzle gently across her withers and gave a light, knowing nudge. Lipping lightly at loose strands of silver mane.
"You may have to forgive her. I know nothing of what goes on in a female's mind, but i'm guessing she may be a little..." he steps away, angles himself between them both, extending his neck and touching the raven mare with the briefest of touches to her neck. "Jealous." he shook his head, arching himself a little and broadening his wings, stretching them once and twice, ruffling their tired bones, before pinning them back against his ribcage.
"This is Gemstone Ridge. This is home. It should be a safe haven for you both." he extended his nose to the cliff edge, "But be cautious of falling rocks. So no stunt pulling, right?" he gave the two mares a cautious look and each a surreptitious wink. "I have these things, you don't. We can't all be daredevils." he finished his sentence with a cool laugh and circled them both in an attempt to move each closer. Be friends, he thought, even if they had a knife at each others back when he wasn't there, he'd rather have them be acquainted and civil. No bloodshed on this land... yet.
n i e r;
the SNAKES start to SING
tyrael x amnesia
the winged, invisible sloth demon