02-28-2017, 09:31 PM
The last comment. The one referring to the fairies as bitches causes a fragile smile to toy at the edges of his lips. Indeed the dark male agreed with the buckskin woman though he did consider arguing the fact of his wings but decides to suppress it instead.
There had been a time when he had possessed a great deal more of power but he also had been a slave to Gunsynd, lame and deaf. But now...now life in all it's peculiarity, had restored him whole and now granted him with the ability to become the great black reptile he had so long associated himself with. "I suppose so." The male observes her with silver eyes, dipping away to absorb the warmth of the autumn sun.
She glitters but not physically. Like a raw diamond before it is cut, there are secrets just beneath the muddy surface. "A creature like me..." He repeats under his breath as he glances at the mouth of the cave that was to his back. A moment of silence, consideration, is taken and the pretty mare is forgotten. His heavy head moves as the muscular neck returns his focus to the tawny form of Charlemagne.
Faint pieces of his smile falter upon his whiskered lips.
"I'm not sure." He sounds lost for a moment as his eyes focus upon his company. He had come to the forest to return to a life of solitude, to remain as the dragon and reserve himself to a quiet eternity. But then this mare, peculiarly alone in the depths of the Beqanna, had stumbled upon the dark beast, intercepting his path. "And you, Charlemagne? I can't imagine you were out here looking for me." His words are low, simply for her alone as he watches her, the thatch of tangled forelock temporarily lifted by a slip of autumn breeze.
There had been a time when he had possessed a great deal more of power but he also had been a slave to Gunsynd, lame and deaf. But now...now life in all it's peculiarity, had restored him whole and now granted him with the ability to become the great black reptile he had so long associated himself with. "I suppose so." The male observes her with silver eyes, dipping away to absorb the warmth of the autumn sun.
She glitters but not physically. Like a raw diamond before it is cut, there are secrets just beneath the muddy surface. "A creature like me..." He repeats under his breath as he glances at the mouth of the cave that was to his back. A moment of silence, consideration, is taken and the pretty mare is forgotten. His heavy head moves as the muscular neck returns his focus to the tawny form of Charlemagne.
Faint pieces of his smile falter upon his whiskered lips.
"I'm not sure." He sounds lost for a moment as his eyes focus upon his company. He had come to the forest to return to a life of solitude, to remain as the dragon and reserve himself to a quiet eternity. But then this mare, peculiarly alone in the depths of the Beqanna, had stumbled upon the dark beast, intercepting his path. "And you, Charlemagne? I can't imagine you were out here looking for me." His words are low, simply for her alone as he watches her, the thatch of tangled forelock temporarily lifted by a slip of autumn breeze.