02-25-2019, 06:06 PM
alvorr
The stallion is almost ready to find shelter, his body climbing the wet surface in a quickened pace, the spotted surface of his coat now completely soaked and rather cold.
The sight is what keeps him going, his eyes entranced by the trickle of light into the canopy, the lightning creating a spectacular exhibition of its power, the stallion smiles as he walks forward, his legs entrenched in muddy soil, his gaze lost in the display of lights.
The sudden appearance of a figure is what changes his attention, a voice following right after, just as if lightning had struck. His head turns to face the figure, I am, her voice reaches him above all the noise of the rain slamming against the growth on the forest floor, his eyes lighting up in surprise, he had not expected to receive a reply.
Alvorr shakes his wet forelock away from his face, his stature inquisitively perked toward the feminine voice "You are?" he almost questions, his humorous tone developing into one of worried curiosity, another flash of lightning reveals the figure to him, his eyes immediately glancing toward the blood trickling down her side "Are you alright?" his voice now echoes worry as he steps forward gently, his legs carefully placed in front of him.
His nose emerges from the downpour of rain, small rogue droplets falling against the grooves in his face, his expressionless worried now as he comes closer "Hello there, I'm Alvorr" he is quick to introduce himself, whether he will be devoured or welcomed is a thing he does not know yet, at least if he does get eaten then the hungry beast will know his name.
The sight is what keeps him going, his eyes entranced by the trickle of light into the canopy, the lightning creating a spectacular exhibition of its power, the stallion smiles as he walks forward, his legs entrenched in muddy soil, his gaze lost in the display of lights.
The sudden appearance of a figure is what changes his attention, a voice following right after, just as if lightning had struck. His head turns to face the figure, I am, her voice reaches him above all the noise of the rain slamming against the growth on the forest floor, his eyes lighting up in surprise, he had not expected to receive a reply.
Alvorr shakes his wet forelock away from his face, his stature inquisitively perked toward the feminine voice "You are?" he almost questions, his humorous tone developing into one of worried curiosity, another flash of lightning reveals the figure to him, his eyes immediately glancing toward the blood trickling down her side "Are you alright?" his voice now echoes worry as he steps forward gently, his legs carefully placed in front of him.
His nose emerges from the downpour of rain, small rogue droplets falling against the grooves in his face, his expressionless worried now as he comes closer "Hello there, I'm Alvorr" he is quick to introduce himself, whether he will be devoured or welcomed is a thing he does not know yet, at least if he does get eaten then the hungry beast will know his name.
" darling. we're slow dancing in a burning room. "