08-31-2021, 04:04 PM
As the crystalline fluid that shaped his face slowly folds into the deep indigo and burnt orange of his spectacular and peculiar skin, the younger stallion is joined by another. A shadow, it seems, creeps across the starlit speckles that adorn him haphazardly, ominous and silent as the towering form of Obscene becomes his solemn companion - together brooding in silence as dusk moves deeper into twilight. At first, the only acknowledgement of the gold-dusted Prince is a soft snort while droplets of water drip from the whiskers of his velvet nose. Even as his name is spoken into the night air, Skandar does not regard him - his orange eyes are traveling elsewhere, amongst the stars, with a expression of sheer indifference as they wink softly back at him.
Perhaps he would not have spoken at all (as he hardly ever does), but Obscene would deem it otherwise. The stallion pries his gaze from the open expanse of the sky, turning his chin up slightly to meet the familiar steel-like ruby of the other’s eyes. His gaze pauses at the shining scales that scatter in smooth patterns, flickering with distant starlight and the soft silver of a thin, large crescent moon. When Skandar’s eyes finally lock with Obscene, a muscle in his hardened jawline jumps. He blinks, realizing he has nothing but time and in that same moment, wonders if Obscene knows this too.
“Evening, Obscene.”
A polite response to his greeting, despite the way the cold air seems to make Skandar’s voice thin and clipped.
Skandar had never considered the other a threat (not yet, anyway), but the skin-walker cannot ignore the ire that crystalizes like embers within the depths of Obscene’s scarlet gaze. His ears fall lazily back for a moment, thoughtful as he wonders what tonight will bring. A discussion, of course, but more lies beneath the surface, and Skandar is momentarily distracted - should he expound on it? Should he use Obscene’s anger to show him the truth? He thinks of Aela and though he imagines she would love nothing more than to see the two stallions spar, he doesn’t find himself in the mood to clean blood from his skin tonight.
“Please,” Skandar replies, surveying the other with a slight dip of his chin, inviting him to share whatever it is he sees fit for his Champion to know. Adrenaline begins to thicken in his veins; perhaps there is a task needing carrying out - one that only Skandar would have the stomach to accomplish.
Perhaps he would not have spoken at all (as he hardly ever does), but Obscene would deem it otherwise. The stallion pries his gaze from the open expanse of the sky, turning his chin up slightly to meet the familiar steel-like ruby of the other’s eyes. His gaze pauses at the shining scales that scatter in smooth patterns, flickering with distant starlight and the soft silver of a thin, large crescent moon. When Skandar’s eyes finally lock with Obscene, a muscle in his hardened jawline jumps. He blinks, realizing he has nothing but time and in that same moment, wonders if Obscene knows this too.
“Evening, Obscene.”
A polite response to his greeting, despite the way the cold air seems to make Skandar’s voice thin and clipped.
Skandar had never considered the other a threat (not yet, anyway), but the skin-walker cannot ignore the ire that crystalizes like embers within the depths of Obscene’s scarlet gaze. His ears fall lazily back for a moment, thoughtful as he wonders what tonight will bring. A discussion, of course, but more lies beneath the surface, and Skandar is momentarily distracted - should he expound on it? Should he use Obscene’s anger to show him the truth? He thinks of Aela and though he imagines she would love nothing more than to see the two stallions spar, he doesn’t find himself in the mood to clean blood from his skin tonight.
“Please,” Skandar replies, surveying the other with a slight dip of his chin, inviting him to share whatever it is he sees fit for his Champion to know. Adrenaline begins to thicken in his veins; perhaps there is a task needing carrying out - one that only Skandar would have the stomach to accomplish.
skandar
i want to be the bullet
that brings you to your knees
@Obscene