The needle moves gracefully; Atrox, any

[Leilan]

We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone

While he makes his little round, the cold-scaled male takes in the scents of the place. Both home and not, he becomes increasingly curious as to who lives here. It seems quiet, but it had been quiet under Kensa’s rule as well - seemingly quiet, that was. Perhaps right now it lacks that little tension that promised that the Hyaline residents might still emerge and do something completely weird - like actual horse hunting, or hoarding girls to exchange for gold later - but with a little incentive, perhaps something fun might still happen.

It takes some time until a figure finally emerges; and a cat at that. Still, the movement is purposeful in a way that doesn’t indicate a hunt, which would be odd for a cat but less so for a shifter. So when the male indeed shifts into a horse shape, the dragon stallion simply nods to him until the question is asked. ”Probably, if you’re willing to share some information.” His tail sweeps lazily past his hocks, estimating the other stallion for a moment.

Then, he rolls his shoulders. ”When Kensa still ruled, I put a dead woman in a cave. She’s immortal though; I should like to check on her, see if she’s waking up yet.” Provocative, as is his style just because he likes to see how the other reacts. ”I also figured now would be a good time to ask if my return was still anticipated. I told Kensa when I left, but someone took over her leadership before my year away had ended.” he grimaces a bit, though there is no disgruntledness in his eyes, no malice or disappointment in his voice. It just is. He awaits the black’s answer patiently; if he can’t be bothered to answer or let him in, then that’d be an answer in itself as well, he reckons.

Leilan

no. 7 | ice forged in fire

@[atrox]