03-12-2020, 02:08 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
He has felt more himself these days than ever - his dragon shape fits like a glove. And yet, after dealing with Straia and Sabra, something about him is humbled enough. When he leaves the meadow towards the forest, his enlarged shape changes - when the idea crosses his mind that he would weave between the trees like he had when he escaped Loess, like he had when he found Cinder and escorted him back to Loess - then, he suddenly is a horse again.
He didn’t even reach the trees - the river showed him his reflection, and a long sigh escaped the handsome stallion as he stretched his limbs and shook his crest. ”Aaah.” Content. Just look at his handsome face.
Of course no girls are around to admire him, so he doesn’t linger long, following the river upstream. He probably should go to the Field or something, but he likes to linger a bit.
He reaches the other male without much thought, but when he does, he immediately outs a low chuckle, as to announce his presence - seeing as he couldn’t help but overhear the bay stallion. ”And I suppose you smell like roses?” he offers with a smirk: though it’s not malicious, there is a mischievous gleam in his green eyes. As his tail sways softly to the side to catch a small irritation - perhaps a drop of water splashing upwards - he looks the guy over. Bay, indigo points, traces of draft in him as well as some other breeds; not unlike himself.
Lacking any sort of absolute need to be polite, he steps closer and makes a show of sniffing the bay, then shakes his head with disappointment. ”Nope, sorry. No roses.”
The roan shakes his ice-scaled crest, having noticed no scent marks on the male whatsoever, he might as well introduce and see what comes off of it. ”I’m Leilan, Freyr of Icicle Isle. Also known as king of soot and ashes, since it’s recently burned.” A snort, humorous in nature. ”No roses there either, unfortunately. I’d so hoped you’d be different.”
Perhaps, if the guy hears only on the surface, he thinks this is a stupid conversation - and then the scaled roan may have a bit of fun with that. For a trained ear, perhaps there’s something more - but it remains to be seen if they match, so he doesn’t offer anything right away. This isn’t the Field, for crying out loud, and he’s certainly not desperate yet.
He didn’t even reach the trees - the river showed him his reflection, and a long sigh escaped the handsome stallion as he stretched his limbs and shook his crest. ”Aaah.” Content. Just look at his handsome face.
Of course no girls are around to admire him, so he doesn’t linger long, following the river upstream. He probably should go to the Field or something, but he likes to linger a bit.
He reaches the other male without much thought, but when he does, he immediately outs a low chuckle, as to announce his presence - seeing as he couldn’t help but overhear the bay stallion. ”And I suppose you smell like roses?” he offers with a smirk: though it’s not malicious, there is a mischievous gleam in his green eyes. As his tail sways softly to the side to catch a small irritation - perhaps a drop of water splashing upwards - he looks the guy over. Bay, indigo points, traces of draft in him as well as some other breeds; not unlike himself.
Lacking any sort of absolute need to be polite, he steps closer and makes a show of sniffing the bay, then shakes his head with disappointment. ”Nope, sorry. No roses.”
The roan shakes his ice-scaled crest, having noticed no scent marks on the male whatsoever, he might as well introduce and see what comes off of it. ”I’m Leilan, Freyr of Icicle Isle. Also known as king of soot and ashes, since it’s recently burned.” A snort, humorous in nature. ”No roses there either, unfortunately. I’d so hoped you’d be different.”
Perhaps, if the guy hears only on the surface, he thinks this is a stupid conversation - and then the scaled roan may have a bit of fun with that. For a trained ear, perhaps there’s something more - but it remains to be seen if they match, so he doesn’t offer anything right away. This isn’t the Field, for crying out loud, and he’s certainly not desperate yet.
@[Ivo]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
| 