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12-23-2014, 07:13 AM
EREBOS His disappointment didn’t last too long - her confusion, her befuddlement, her ignorance made him laugh. It crashed and rolled in waves of ebullient rise and falls, crested and reigned with a flood of wicked enjoyment, bestial amusement, devil-may-care exposition and composition. She had no notion, no idea, that beyond the walls of frozen peaks and valleys, were many more of them, thriving, existing, in the cracks and crags of caverns, in the overflowing valleys, in the vicious tundra – and then some beyond their wonderful Basin, living amongst other kingdoms and empires. His rogue eyes pulsed with something akin to savagery, and the smirk scorching his lips widened, a bravado heightening and pervading from his young structure, watching her carefully pick apart his words, too unknown and too foreign to comprehend or understand the nature of the world before her. If she was uneasy, restless, over the notions of his species flourishing, covering the realms around their icy shoals, then his next tones weren’t going to assuage or relieve any of her sentiments. “Oh, there are hundreds of us!” The blue scion tipped his head towards his homeland, cresting and unfolding glaciers away, a bestial outreach, a baleful outcry, where auroras stretched across the horizon and danger lurked and treachery brewed and his heart remained. “In my herd, we have almost all Unicorns.” Erebos failed to mention Aithniel, because a protective slate was chiseled there, pushed against his throat and lodged in his skull (because they wouldn’t take her wings, he’d assured her of that), or the other strange creatures lurking in the midst, the Patron God and his reflecting mirror. The little prince spoke once more, seemingly, purposefully, building her unease, pricking apprehension, emboldening trepidation, puncturing the last few syllables with singular dread and foreshadowing. “And they live in other empires too! They’re everywhere.” |
