06-20-2020, 06:31 AM
The ice dragon shifter lifts his head back to the woman when she answer...not yet, she’d said. Is she waiting to become so lonely, or depressed, that she would want to end it? Or would she be waiting for the courage to dare dive into the pool? There’s two ways this could go, and his icy blue eyes try to find hers to see which one - but she looks away, down, her purple eyes lost to the world for a moment.
It is only when she looks back up with the idea of a cave, that she finds back her radiant smile and with it a mischievous look he hadn’t seen on her yet - and he decides he likes it, grinning back to her when she tells him he probably has an easier way to get down. She reminds him of his little achievements in life almost casually, but he’s happy to take on a challenge and nods. ”If that’s what the Lady of the Woods wants.” he bows to her, looking back at her with green mischievous eyes - then drops off the cliff.
His silvery white wings sprout the moment he wants them to, that part of his shifting the easiest. He soars down in a heart-clenching dive, scales thickening under his icy layer into draconic scales as he does so, and pulling up at the last moment where the roaring waterfall hits the pool to have the tip of one claw touch the bright liquid; a dragon roar competes with the falls, but not one of anger or hunger - more like a challenge against the fall’s noise. He honestly doesn’t even know if anyone hears it, and doesn’t really care, but when he flies away from the pool there is nothing horse-like left about him - safe perhaps for a roanesque coloration in the way silver and bronze scales compete on his body, where once brown and white did.
The dragon rounds his half circle upwards, halting mid-flight and keeping himself afloat in the air with slow, determined wingbeats. His eyes retain an emerald green color when he looks at the buckskin-and-purple mare, and his beak opens in a wide grin. ”Do you trust me?”
It is only when she looks back up with the idea of a cave, that she finds back her radiant smile and with it a mischievous look he hadn’t seen on her yet - and he decides he likes it, grinning back to her when she tells him he probably has an easier way to get down. She reminds him of his little achievements in life almost casually, but he’s happy to take on a challenge and nods. ”If that’s what the Lady of the Woods wants.” he bows to her, looking back at her with green mischievous eyes - then drops off the cliff.
His silvery white wings sprout the moment he wants them to, that part of his shifting the easiest. He soars down in a heart-clenching dive, scales thickening under his icy layer into draconic scales as he does so, and pulling up at the last moment where the roaring waterfall hits the pool to have the tip of one claw touch the bright liquid; a dragon roar competes with the falls, but not one of anger or hunger - more like a challenge against the fall’s noise. He honestly doesn’t even know if anyone hears it, and doesn’t really care, but when he flies away from the pool there is nothing horse-like left about him - safe perhaps for a roanesque coloration in the way silver and bronze scales compete on his body, where once brown and white did.
The dragon rounds his half circle upwards, halting mid-flight and keeping himself afloat in the air with slow, determined wingbeats. His eyes retain an emerald green color when he looks at the buckskin-and-purple mare, and his beak opens in a wide grin. ”Do you trust me?”
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[Izora Lethia]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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