01-04-2017, 01:42 PM
Ruan
He was familiar with that sound, hooves landing heavily from above, and he turned to it.
It didn't really hurt anymore, the fact that he could no longer fly as well. Could no longer make that solid thump settle across the earth. He no longer had large wings at his side to shelter his children --who were mostly grown now anyway. Instead, a pair of welted scars marked where they had been, before a demon tore them from his body. It had happened here in the forest, actually, and even from here he could pinpoint the bloody scene. But he wouldn't go there today. It always seemed to foul his mood.
He investigated the sound, steady and silent as always from his time among the wolves. And came to find that she was familiar. It took a moment of thinking back and analyzing her scent, before recognition set in. Then he approached.
Aranea.
His voice and expression were far sterner than he'd meant them to be. It reminded him how different he was since he last saw her. So different, and not only with the loss of his wings. He was harder, colder, more distant. No sweet child latched on to his side for protection. His eyes had been a dull, dark blue when he'd first met her, and now they were returned to the bright light of magic, a piercing glacial blue. She'd been so kind to him before, and he wanted to be the man she'd met so long ago.
A boyish grin softened his face and he stepped closer to greet her with a touch.
Aranea.. he amended in a softer voice. Are you well?
She seemed a little agitated maybe, but for now he wouldn't pry.
It didn't really hurt anymore, the fact that he could no longer fly as well. Could no longer make that solid thump settle across the earth. He no longer had large wings at his side to shelter his children --who were mostly grown now anyway. Instead, a pair of welted scars marked where they had been, before a demon tore them from his body. It had happened here in the forest, actually, and even from here he could pinpoint the bloody scene. But he wouldn't go there today. It always seemed to foul his mood.
He investigated the sound, steady and silent as always from his time among the wolves. And came to find that she was familiar. It took a moment of thinking back and analyzing her scent, before recognition set in. Then he approached.
Aranea.
His voice and expression were far sterner than he'd meant them to be. It reminded him how different he was since he last saw her. So different, and not only with the loss of his wings. He was harder, colder, more distant. No sweet child latched on to his side for protection. His eyes had been a dull, dark blue when he'd first met her, and now they were returned to the bright light of magic, a piercing glacial blue. She'd been so kind to him before, and he wanted to be the man she'd met so long ago.
A boyish grin softened his face and he stepped closer to greet her with a touch.
Aranea.. he amended in a softer voice. Are you well?
She seemed a little agitated maybe, but for now he wouldn't pry.
