03-10-2017, 08:45 PM
Who is he to judge? Was he a god amongst horseflesh? No. He is but a dark monster that merely sews together the black skin to pass as one of them.
He notices the tears along her skin, the marks of teeth along her withers. He listens to her confession with quiet attentiveness. She had been with a man yet seeks him to tell? Lior does not understand but he does not pretend he can. This tawny woman with eyes once bright. Her hair falls in tangles rather than curls and waves. He knows what may have happen but it is not his place to utter the words.
Make your confession if you will.
But the wetness that carves through her tender cheeks, darkening dramatically. He does not feel the urge to go to her but he knows it is the was expected. Never had the male ever dealt with an injured woman, a crying creature. He shifts for a moment curiously but the silver of his eyes watch, willing him closer to her now. "Carli." Her name, small and delicate on his beastly tongue, conjures up a soft strain in his throat. He does not like to see her tears. "What can I do?" The male asks with blatant confusion moving over his features like an eclipse of the sun, the question mostly rhetorical as he is not entirely sure why he asks.
He does not move closer anymore but his stands so he may cover her from any shame that she felt. He does not touch the woman but he is close enough that she may feel the warmth of his concern. He would stand there as long as she required him to. He would ask no more questions but hopefully his presence was enough to quiet the pain, the soreness in her body. He is but a simple man but he would do what he could to comfort her in this time of distraught and pain.
He notices the tears along her skin, the marks of teeth along her withers. He listens to her confession with quiet attentiveness. She had been with a man yet seeks him to tell? Lior does not understand but he does not pretend he can. This tawny woman with eyes once bright. Her hair falls in tangles rather than curls and waves. He knows what may have happen but it is not his place to utter the words.
Make your confession if you will.
But the wetness that carves through her tender cheeks, darkening dramatically. He does not feel the urge to go to her but he knows it is the was expected. Never had the male ever dealt with an injured woman, a crying creature. He shifts for a moment curiously but the silver of his eyes watch, willing him closer to her now. "Carli." Her name, small and delicate on his beastly tongue, conjures up a soft strain in his throat. He does not like to see her tears. "What can I do?" The male asks with blatant confusion moving over his features like an eclipse of the sun, the question mostly rhetorical as he is not entirely sure why he asks.
He does not move closer anymore but his stands so he may cover her from any shame that she felt. He does not touch the woman but he is close enough that she may feel the warmth of his concern. He would stand there as long as she required him to. He would ask no more questions but hopefully his presence was enough to quiet the pain, the soreness in her body. He is but a simple man but he would do what he could to comfort her in this time of distraught and pain.
I want you to remember