09-05-2017, 03:00 PM
Don't be afraid when the night wolves cry,
feast on their bones, suck the marrow dry.
feast on their bones, suck the marrow dry.
It always drew attention. How could it not, when the very essence of its light fed off veneration or fear? When Ajatar’s dark eyes alight on the flickering globe, casting admiration with them (beauty recognizes itself, nature wouldn’t have it any other way) his heart swells with sickness and black, inky pride. Outwardly, he grins. They stroll casually enough and it’s without fear that he offers her his world, tiny one that it is. He cannot, not even for the slightest moment, fathom what he’s brought with him inside the borders of this kingdom.
If he did, things might have gone differently.
But, lucky for Ajatar, they haven’t - and Longclaw is only left to suspect innocence as her iron curtain against fear. It even plays so well over her face, lips, when she turns to greet Ledger on his sudden arrival. The shimmering stallion watches her closely, almost with scrutiny when the action of mouth-turning-upwards doesn’t quite reach her gaze. Still, Ledger is waiting and so Longclaw divides his attention while swinging his head aft so that he might pinpoint the dark shape. As the elder male ingresses into the soft blue light, all banter draws to an end with the mention of Tephra’s volcano.
“Ledger -” He nods, “My name is Longclaw and this is my guest.” The leggy shifter concludes. “I’ve only been here long enough to find a spot in Offspring’s Guard, but Warrick can attest to my membership.” He smiles, though the action seems wicked in the blue haze. Names are sometimes the only necessary calling card, but he doubts Ledger’s trust is won so easily. “Join us? I could use a more dependable eye, someone who knows the place.” He chuckles, fully aware of the pun he’s crafted. Conversation, to him, is a tool for revealing what others would rather leave unsaid.
Ledger’s reactions interests him so much that his pupils morph, dilate, until they are predatory and can make out even the finest of details around that single, hollow socket. “Besides,” He mutters half-heartedly, blinking softly in the dim light before his attention focuses wholly again on his slender companion, “I’m sure Ajatar is tiring of me.”
If he did, things might have gone differently.
But, lucky for Ajatar, they haven’t - and Longclaw is only left to suspect innocence as her iron curtain against fear. It even plays so well over her face, lips, when she turns to greet Ledger on his sudden arrival. The shimmering stallion watches her closely, almost with scrutiny when the action of mouth-turning-upwards doesn’t quite reach her gaze. Still, Ledger is waiting and so Longclaw divides his attention while swinging his head aft so that he might pinpoint the dark shape. As the elder male ingresses into the soft blue light, all banter draws to an end with the mention of Tephra’s volcano.
“Ledger -” He nods, “My name is Longclaw and this is my guest.” The leggy shifter concludes. “I’ve only been here long enough to find a spot in Offspring’s Guard, but Warrick can attest to my membership.” He smiles, though the action seems wicked in the blue haze. Names are sometimes the only necessary calling card, but he doubts Ledger’s trust is won so easily. “Join us? I could use a more dependable eye, someone who knows the place.” He chuckles, fully aware of the pun he’s crafted. Conversation, to him, is a tool for revealing what others would rather leave unsaid.
Ledger’s reactions interests him so much that his pupils morph, dilate, until they are predatory and can make out even the finest of details around that single, hollow socket. “Besides,” He mutters half-heartedly, blinking softly in the dim light before his attention focuses wholly again on his slender companion, “I’m sure Ajatar is tiring of me.”
Longclaw
@[Ajatar] @[Ledger]
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