08-24-2021, 09:03 PM
Hello.
That voice came from behind him and Raum yelps, spinning around to glare at the trio with all the ferocity he can muster, baring the bright ivory peaks of his teeth that so crookedly mirror Hyaline's skyline. There was little rhyme or reason to where they sprang from his jaws and the alarmed crown of black feathers at his crest perfectly centers attention on his face so as to give the girl and her guardians plenty of time to study the mountain range of his mouth.
A girl.
But not Anath, not Parish. Not any of the horses he knows. The high, childish, growl in his breast dies away with his surprise, stolen by the whipping winds, and the feathers lie down slick against his neck once more. The shadows have shown him a thousand different futures for the faces that he knows, but they never showed him her, black and gold and feather-soft, has she always lived here?
"I never Saw you, before," he muses, frowning, the emphasis on 'Saw' soft and easy to miss. His gaze flits from side to side at the girl's Shades with a flat, unspoken, challenge. Raum has no subtlety, but more than his share of audacity. Not a breath later, his grin returns, resolved to ignore the dead things entirely, and his feather-curled ears lift away from his poll. He looks tothe haloed girl againand steps aside, an invitation for her to look more closely at the narrow, ancient cave he's found. If she wanted (and who wouldn't want to?)
"What's your name?"
That voice came from behind him and Raum yelps, spinning around to glare at the trio with all the ferocity he can muster, baring the bright ivory peaks of his teeth that so crookedly mirror Hyaline's skyline. There was little rhyme or reason to where they sprang from his jaws and the alarmed crown of black feathers at his crest perfectly centers attention on his face so as to give the girl and her guardians plenty of time to study the mountain range of his mouth.
A girl.
But not Anath, not Parish. Not any of the horses he knows. The high, childish, growl in his breast dies away with his surprise, stolen by the whipping winds, and the feathers lie down slick against his neck once more. The shadows have shown him a thousand different futures for the faces that he knows, but they never showed him her, black and gold and feather-soft, has she always lived here?
"I never Saw you, before," he muses, frowning, the emphasis on 'Saw' soft and easy to miss. His gaze flits from side to side at the girl's Shades with a flat, unspoken, challenge. Raum has no subtlety, but more than his share of audacity. Not a breath later, his grin returns, resolved to ignore the dead things entirely, and his feather-curled ears lift away from his poll. He looks tothe haloed girl againand steps aside, an invitation for her to look more closely at the narrow, ancient cave he's found. If she wanted (and who wouldn't want to?)
"What's your name?"
Raum*
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