10-08-2018, 04:04 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
One way or another - his thoughts have speung to life. Not literally perhaps; but there’s a black and white colt racing his way, totally mesmerized by the darker and lighter scales on his skin. The bay roan chuckles at the sight, in a way, the kid reminds him of Chryseis and Ophanim - they have no breaks when somethinf catches their eyes, as well.
His eyes are a soft aqua colour when he moves his head to watch the young boy, who’s breathing on him, and the condense accumulates in small droplets, indeed shining. The stallion doesn’t mind at all though - turns out he just really loves kids. Untamed and wild, or shy and reclused, they all find new things to explore, things adults would pass by or, avoid in fear. Like him, perhaps; his dragonlike appearance may put some people off.
”They’re scales, little man. Suppose I’m a half-lizard these days.” he shakes his head and grins, though as he temembers the sharp-looking teeth, quickly shuts his mouth to favour a smile. Better to not test the boy’s curiosity against his bravery.
He calls out to his mommy, and as prompted (already hurrying after the runaway colt), she rounds the corner and nears them. Surprised, the roan looks at her. Surely his thoughts on family and kids had been heard by a fairy, and they’d decided to play a joke on him. Her name is nothing to him, right away - but he’d be damned is she wasn’t related to Heartfire. Or Scorch. Dann, but that mixture of dark and light can’t help nagging at his brain.
She’s sharp though. Almost a little too much so, and he’s not too amused with the shadow tendrils sneaking up to him without having had a chance to get a word of defense in. Shaking one foreleg at them, he waits for the boy to move to her side again, or at least he half-heartedly expects him to do so. Children usually go back to their mothers when called, after all. Usually.
Shaking his mane, he looks at the blue roan mare again, head raised to meet her gaze with icy blue in his eyes, all traces of green gone by now. ”Leilan, please. Stranger doesn’t sound quite right.” Especially not if she was indeed a cousin of sorts. He tilts his head a little, mesmerizing. Still unsure. She’s both familiar and a complete stranger to him, but he’ll be damned if he asks when she’s on the fence like that.
His eyes are a soft aqua colour when he moves his head to watch the young boy, who’s breathing on him, and the condense accumulates in small droplets, indeed shining. The stallion doesn’t mind at all though - turns out he just really loves kids. Untamed and wild, or shy and reclused, they all find new things to explore, things adults would pass by or, avoid in fear. Like him, perhaps; his dragonlike appearance may put some people off.
”They’re scales, little man. Suppose I’m a half-lizard these days.” he shakes his head and grins, though as he temembers the sharp-looking teeth, quickly shuts his mouth to favour a smile. Better to not test the boy’s curiosity against his bravery.
He calls out to his mommy, and as prompted (already hurrying after the runaway colt), she rounds the corner and nears them. Surprised, the roan looks at her. Surely his thoughts on family and kids had been heard by a fairy, and they’d decided to play a joke on him. Her name is nothing to him, right away - but he’d be damned is she wasn’t related to Heartfire. Or Scorch. Dann, but that mixture of dark and light can’t help nagging at his brain.
She’s sharp though. Almost a little too much so, and he’s not too amused with the shadow tendrils sneaking up to him without having had a chance to get a word of defense in. Shaking one foreleg at them, he waits for the boy to move to her side again, or at least he half-heartedly expects him to do so. Children usually go back to their mothers when called, after all. Usually.
Shaking his mane, he looks at the blue roan mare again, head raised to meet her gaze with icy blue in his eyes, all traces of green gone by now. ”Leilan, please. Stranger doesn’t sound quite right.” Especially not if she was indeed a cousin of sorts. He tilts his head a little, mesmerizing. Still unsure. She’s both familiar and a complete stranger to him, but he’ll be damned if he asks when she’s on the fence like that.
@[luster] @[Cimmerian]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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