11-19-2017, 06:49 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
Scyla turns her dark eyes on him and Dahmer is greeted with fear. It pushes him back a step, punching him in the chest and forcing a low exhale from his ajar maw. "Scy?" the black beast asks quietly, confused and hurt and now terrified as one of her hooves slips from the cusp of the rocky outcropping. Every muscle yearns to go to the steel and ice mare, to inspect the damage that has been done, to coax her away from the edge of the cliff. Her wings look too tattered to bear her weight in flight, and the Commander is not willing to take that chance ─ not when he seems to be the source of her terror.
His legs quiver as he suppresses his forward momentum, bright blue eyes wide with his concern and anger. When Scyla's wings open, supporting her frame on the edge of the cliff, but barely, his gaze is drawn to the additional wounds on her sides and in her feathered appendages. His stomach turns, hot and acidic in his rage and confusion. In his fear that his sister could think that he had done this to her. "Scy, I don't... I don't understand..." he whispers, hoarse and full of scared agitation. What could have happened? Who could have convinced her that these wounds of hers were a product of her brother? The black stallion is distraught at the thought of it, so much so that he has not noticed Ellyse's presence until her questioning voice breaks through his panic.
He looks to the champagne mare, his scared blue eyes colliding with her bright hazel one. "I don't know... I don't know!" he pleads in his confusion, his gaze turning back to Scyla as she speaks out to him again.
I thought you loved me.
He expels another incredulous breath, blue eyes rimmed with red now as they threaten to spill tears. He refuses to move closer to her, doesn't want to encroach on her space when he knows that any child of Desole would rather jump to their own death than risk capture. So instead, he drops to his knees, letting them collide painfully with the rocky landscape. "I do love you, Scyla, I do," his voice catches and he looks back to Ellyse fleetingly, hoping that at least one of them would believe him ─ "I would never hurt you. You know that," he begs of his sister, "It's you and me, Scy. Against Desole. Against Dog-Face. Against the world. Always."
His legs quiver as he suppresses his forward momentum, bright blue eyes wide with his concern and anger. When Scyla's wings open, supporting her frame on the edge of the cliff, but barely, his gaze is drawn to the additional wounds on her sides and in her feathered appendages. His stomach turns, hot and acidic in his rage and confusion. In his fear that his sister could think that he had done this to her. "Scy, I don't... I don't understand..." he whispers, hoarse and full of scared agitation. What could have happened? Who could have convinced her that these wounds of hers were a product of her brother? The black stallion is distraught at the thought of it, so much so that he has not noticed Ellyse's presence until her questioning voice breaks through his panic.
He looks to the champagne mare, his scared blue eyes colliding with her bright hazel one. "I don't know... I don't know!" he pleads in his confusion, his gaze turning back to Scyla as she speaks out to him again.
I thought you loved me.
He expels another incredulous breath, blue eyes rimmed with red now as they threaten to spill tears. He refuses to move closer to her, doesn't want to encroach on her space when he knows that any child of Desole would rather jump to their own death than risk capture. So instead, he drops to his knees, letting them collide painfully with the rocky landscape. "I do love you, Scyla, I do," his voice catches and he looks back to Ellyse fleetingly, hoping that at least one of them would believe him ─ "I would never hurt you. You know that," he begs of his sister, "It's you and me, Scy. Against Desole. Against Dog-Face. Against the world. Always."
Dahmer
@[Scyla] @[Ellyse]