02-22-2020, 06:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-22-2020, 06:09 PM by Neverwhere.)
What has Lilli done now? What has she brought down on them? The smell of him is familiar and she knows that the creature has been in Nerine before, his scent mingling on the cliffs, empty but for the salt wind and tumbling feathers, but she has never before seen such audacious magical breeding that could so contemptuously twist a horse into... this.
Neverwhere is in no hurry, rather her pace is measured as she approaches the fire that threatens to destroy Nerine and the creature that belches it out like a furnace. The smells of burning pitch is sharp in the air and she wonders if he will move on to Taiga next and raze the rainforest territory. She wonders, also, if that will make the place more - or less - appealing to Loess. Certainly Lepis' draw had been her own connection to it, a connection that has faltered slightly in more recent days, but no doubt she would be willing to overlook that in her own ambitions for power. Would she be so eager if it were an empty wasteland of charred trees and ash? If the ghosts of children dead in flame and smoke were the only creatures that still remained?
Unimportant hypotheticals. Still, she is almost smiling when she reaches Ghaul and Brazen, silhouetted by the flickering light of a fire that rages around them. Brazen throws herself at the great monster of a stallion and at the very same moment, Neverwhere exhales sharply in exasperation. It's no way to greet guests, pummeling them with those curling horns she came home with one day. They are a match for his own, but at least the roan's erupted from a reasonable place.
No eyes.
"Brazen," she says the mare's name just loudly enough to be heard above the crackling trees, but there is weight to it. Hold off. "I am sure Lilli didn't bring us a new friend for the sole purpose of serving as your punching bag."
She is certain the red mare brought him here for no such reason at all, though the beast seems a likely sort to enjoy the sport well enough. Her tail flicks idly, stray hairs catching the thermals created by the burning evergreens and striving towards the licking flames.
"Welcome to Nerine, Pangean. By all means, make yourself at home, though," her scarred face turns curious, head tilting away from Ghaul to look at a small stand of trees that did not take his fire, "it seems like you've missed a spot. I suppose you didn't see them?"
Neverwhere is in no hurry, rather her pace is measured as she approaches the fire that threatens to destroy Nerine and the creature that belches it out like a furnace. The smells of burning pitch is sharp in the air and she wonders if he will move on to Taiga next and raze the rainforest territory. She wonders, also, if that will make the place more - or less - appealing to Loess. Certainly Lepis' draw had been her own connection to it, a connection that has faltered slightly in more recent days, but no doubt she would be willing to overlook that in her own ambitions for power. Would she be so eager if it were an empty wasteland of charred trees and ash? If the ghosts of children dead in flame and smoke were the only creatures that still remained?
Unimportant hypotheticals. Still, she is almost smiling when she reaches Ghaul and Brazen, silhouetted by the flickering light of a fire that rages around them. Brazen throws herself at the great monster of a stallion and at the very same moment, Neverwhere exhales sharply in exasperation. It's no way to greet guests, pummeling them with those curling horns she came home with one day. They are a match for his own, but at least the roan's erupted from a reasonable place.
No eyes.
"Brazen," she says the mare's name just loudly enough to be heard above the crackling trees, but there is weight to it. Hold off. "I am sure Lilli didn't bring us a new friend for the sole purpose of serving as your punching bag."
She is certain the red mare brought him here for no such reason at all, though the beast seems a likely sort to enjoy the sport well enough. Her tail flicks idly, stray hairs catching the thermals created by the burning evergreens and striving towards the licking flames.
"Welcome to Nerine, Pangean. By all means, make yourself at home, though," her scarred face turns curious, head tilting away from Ghaul to look at a small stand of trees that did not take his fire, "it seems like you've missed a spot. I suppose you didn't see them?"
Neverwhere
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@[ghaul] @[Brazen] @[lilliana]