09-04-2017, 02:46 AM
He isn't alone for long when the image of a mare emerges much like him, interrupting the pristine white of a winter day. His silver eyes witness from the thick matting of his forelock, watching with mild interest, nostrils fuming slowly with each exhale of hot air.
She seems to act like she may know him, moving more directly over the thin crust of ice and snow towards him. Lior makes no move to elude the woman with the sea otter stain. He instead regards her still in the silence of the chilly day. Her approach is almost rapid and eager and Lior is unsure as to why but his expression remains just as flat as before.
'Fiato.
Her name is quip, her young eyes searching, looking for something beneath the surface of his silver ones but there isn't much to reveal. Lior was but a simple, quiet man. He returns her introduction with another low rumble of 'hm' before blinking away to look over the back of the young woman but when she does not run away with tail tucked and ears low, Lior sighs a blast of hot breath from between the scarred lips.
"Lior." His voice is a grind of wet gravel on a hot summer's day. His name is a thunderclap before the tornado. He is a bastard of a man with deserving destruction but this dark girl does not know this. All she knows is his name is Lior.
The man is not sure what to say next as he is not one to hold many conversations outside of his time with Nayl. Instead he shifts his weight, inhales slowly the scent of the young mare, and flicks the length of his knotted forelock away from his pewter eyes as the quiet settles in once again around them. He had never been a noted conversationalist especially at first meeting. The dragon man tucks the leather of his wings to his spine after shaking off the dampness from the melted snowflakes that lay against his skin as he looks the other equine over inscrutably.
She seems to act like she may know him, moving more directly over the thin crust of ice and snow towards him. Lior makes no move to elude the woman with the sea otter stain. He instead regards her still in the silence of the chilly day. Her approach is almost rapid and eager and Lior is unsure as to why but his expression remains just as flat as before.
'Fiato.
Her name is quip, her young eyes searching, looking for something beneath the surface of his silver ones but there isn't much to reveal. Lior was but a simple, quiet man. He returns her introduction with another low rumble of 'hm' before blinking away to look over the back of the young woman but when she does not run away with tail tucked and ears low, Lior sighs a blast of hot breath from between the scarred lips.
"Lior." His voice is a grind of wet gravel on a hot summer's day. His name is a thunderclap before the tornado. He is a bastard of a man with deserving destruction but this dark girl does not know this. All she knows is his name is Lior.
The man is not sure what to say next as he is not one to hold many conversations outside of his time with Nayl. Instead he shifts his weight, inhales slowly the scent of the young mare, and flicks the length of his knotted forelock away from his pewter eyes as the quiet settles in once again around them. He had never been a noted conversationalist especially at first meeting. The dragon man tucks the leather of his wings to his spine after shaking off the dampness from the melted snowflakes that lay against his skin as he looks the other equine over inscrutably.
I want you to remember