I WANNA CALL YOU AGAIN
The evening was cool for Tallsun, a briskness laying in the air that no doubt came from the North and the Basin. It chilled his mahogany skin silently, running fingers of cold down over the shape of him, the bulk of his shoulders and the roughness of his bones tingling with it's lingering touch. A small, slowly burning fire murmured next to him in the night, sending embers and sparks flying upward on invisible wings, winking out of sight moments after their escapades. The fire provided warmth, for he had kept it running on small twigs and the occasional large log until mostly coals remained, burning almost blue and radiating their heat outward to encompass his hefty frame. It was close to midnight, and the Guardian of the Throat lay with his legs tucked underneath him, near to the fire for he had no cloak to keep him warm. The stars were icy and distant above, watching over the kind-hearted stallion as they always had, keeping him company on the long, lonely nights. ♫
"Is that the old man walking in the dark? Take me home where them broken brights Are shining down, make me feel alright When we were young When we were young Is that the old man walking in the dark? Is that the old man walking in the dark? Shake them bones let me lost tonight We'll grow young make me feel alright When we were young When we were young Is that the old man walking in the dark?.." ♫ ... and the night continued, quiet and watchful, listening. @Toulouse |
Force & Magic allowed short of permanent maiming & death