Truth is only found at the source (Guacho, Africa)

[OPEN] Truth is only found at the source (Guacho, Africa)

Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727

Deceased

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE

Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven

02-17-2015, 06:20 AM

Naturally, they were not sitting by the border long before the luminous silhouette of another on fire caught Africa’s eye. The Czar, painted black and ivory never shifted his composure and thus gave no reason for the dappled by his side to weary beneath anything greater than her own reservations; fears that stemmed from guilt, failure – and resentment alike. It was the Wildfire himself who rapidly descended, and his expression seemed more or less the same as it had always throughout her time in Dragon’s Throat. Still, it was unnerving – his dark, cobalt gaze held nothing of the warmth she might have expected between brothers of old, and as it fell upon her in turn, she shifted, visibly uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, she offered to the antlered a nervous nod. I shouldn’t have come. I should never have come...

Silas’s sharp nocturnal eye fixed warily upon the scene below as apprehension resonated through the bond he shared with his beloved. He disagreed. The zephyr was not fool enough to believe that no love would have been lost after her desertion, but he knew too, that it had been these desert dwellers – that she had called family – who had driven her to the brink not two seasons before. Her desertion was not the only, and his clever mind angered at the idea that she should be judged alone for their equal neglect. Fina cried, though he held brooding silence – circling, watching.

Skin began to tremble as Gaucho’s eyes lingered upon Africa’s burdened, bulging frame longer than necessary – than was polite – but the faint brush of feathers across her squirming barrel caused a timely distraction. Smoky-grey nose dipped nearer to thundering breast, free of the bind of his stare, and bright flame whirled as her long, thick mane slumped against the downward curl of her elegant neck. Lungs inhaled deeply, desperately, and ringing pain rose suddenly between well-fleshed hips. Slender thighs stiffened involuntarily, and breath snagged for the briefest of moments in her throat. Though excruciating it was, ashen features showed nothing of its existence, and soft-yellow eyes opened again upon Midas who was speaking.