06-01-2015, 05:56 AM
OOC: no html as I'm stealing wi fi at the doctors. Lol.
IC:
The pale steed was quiet, still observant and watchful as his body shifted, merging into the colour of the earth until once more he was fully grey and flesh and muscle. His dark eyelids lazily fluttered, a moment of clarity as the salty air numbed his throat, stung his eyes. He was brought from his silent nightmare at the mare's touch, it was calming and gentle but rose something within him. There was an ugliness in the demon's soul, a dark stain that was blackening, smothering him. This silver maiden was a little beacon of light, a small flicker of light, a burning candle. Yet every minute or two it flickered out and died.
"This whole place is yours to roam if you please. I'm sure you'll find a few more glory spots." His voice was calm, shrewd. His eyes flickered around, met the ocean spray, the cliff face and finally returned to the mare.
"There's a little spot just up from here. A small incline, the spring grass is already ripe." It took him several minutes to realise it was just up from them, a little cove, then some tumbled rocks acted as a staircase to the inner cliff, a little bit of shade and shadow, a little hidey-hole from the eyes of the world. "I claimed it as my own, but you're welcome there if you'd like."
Soft. Pliable. His words like foam, dancing from his lips in a smooth baritone. He extended his muzzle and gently grazed her side. She was soft, her bones showing a better covering than the first he'd seen her. It was strange. Like this wasbt real. He was expecting the ground to eat him in infinite blackness. A nightmare but dressed like a vivid daydream. He was quiet again, contemplative.
"How am I?" He said, his tongue moistening his dry lips, "I'm still here." A long, deliberating pause, a flick of his tail and s glistening eye. "That's something." It was a long while before he broke the thick atmosphere with a low, chuckle.
IC:
The pale steed was quiet, still observant and watchful as his body shifted, merging into the colour of the earth until once more he was fully grey and flesh and muscle. His dark eyelids lazily fluttered, a moment of clarity as the salty air numbed his throat, stung his eyes. He was brought from his silent nightmare at the mare's touch, it was calming and gentle but rose something within him. There was an ugliness in the demon's soul, a dark stain that was blackening, smothering him. This silver maiden was a little beacon of light, a small flicker of light, a burning candle. Yet every minute or two it flickered out and died.
"This whole place is yours to roam if you please. I'm sure you'll find a few more glory spots." His voice was calm, shrewd. His eyes flickered around, met the ocean spray, the cliff face and finally returned to the mare.
"There's a little spot just up from here. A small incline, the spring grass is already ripe." It took him several minutes to realise it was just up from them, a little cove, then some tumbled rocks acted as a staircase to the inner cliff, a little bit of shade and shadow, a little hidey-hole from the eyes of the world. "I claimed it as my own, but you're welcome there if you'd like."
Soft. Pliable. His words like foam, dancing from his lips in a smooth baritone. He extended his muzzle and gently grazed her side. She was soft, her bones showing a better covering than the first he'd seen her. It was strange. Like this wasbt real. He was expecting the ground to eat him in infinite blackness. A nightmare but dressed like a vivid daydream. He was quiet again, contemplative.
"How am I?" He said, his tongue moistening his dry lips, "I'm still here." A long, deliberating pause, a flick of his tail and s glistening eye. "That's something." It was a long while before he broke the thick atmosphere with a low, chuckle.