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06-01-2015, 03:22 PM
[ COMPETITION!!! xD ]
He felt at peace, which was, to say the least, odd. Normally when he ambled through the world his dark mind spun with heavy thoughts, and his brooding lay like a secret behind his pale irises, guarded by a look of faux contentment. And while this realization had struck him, along with the dawn's pleasant light along his spine, it had also not affected him. It hadn't scared the light feeling off—so he was left ending a fruitless night shift in good spirits. Which, to him, was equally as dumbfounding as the feeling itself was in the first place.
But, in terms of rest, it was late. He had been stalking the Threshold for the better part of the night, slipping through the autumn darkness with the two silent owls for guides, but nothing had stirred—it had been an empty night, uneventful and if it hadn't been for his sense of peace, it would've been boring in a restless, frustrated kind of way.
It was pure chance that he had ended his little patrol in the northern sections of the forest, but life tends to be built on wicked series of coincidences, some so mind-blowing you hardly believe it was truly chance that made things happen. But it was true for today at least, because with the sun tentatively warming his back he came upon something—a golden mare shining in the dawn-light, and a tall stallion with sparks of fire and copper struck in his pelt. She was equine; he bore leather wings against his sides. She smelled of the Falls; he smelled of, well.. nothing.
Mauja's head tilted to one side. Bingo.
"Greetings," he called, his light voice merging with the morning air instead of cutting through it, and the dew glistened upon his legs as he swept across the sparse meadow. With these things, you couldn't really afford to waste time, who knew how far this mare had come in offering him a place to stay already? As he came closer he slowed to a walk, before finally pausing, neck arching as pale eyes moved from one to the other and the owls circled overhead. A small hawk was hopping on the ground before the stallion—someone's companion, he assumed. "I am Mauja, of the World's Edge," he introduced himself, as usual forsaking any mention of his own title. "And who may you be?"
His gaze danced between the pair, including both in the question.
He felt at peace, which was, to say the least, odd. Normally when he ambled through the world his dark mind spun with heavy thoughts, and his brooding lay like a secret behind his pale irises, guarded by a look of faux contentment. And while this realization had struck him, along with the dawn's pleasant light along his spine, it had also not affected him. It hadn't scared the light feeling off—so he was left ending a fruitless night shift in good spirits. Which, to him, was equally as dumbfounding as the feeling itself was in the first place.
But, in terms of rest, it was late. He had been stalking the Threshold for the better part of the night, slipping through the autumn darkness with the two silent owls for guides, but nothing had stirred—it had been an empty night, uneventful and if it hadn't been for his sense of peace, it would've been boring in a restless, frustrated kind of way.
It was pure chance that he had ended his little patrol in the northern sections of the forest, but life tends to be built on wicked series of coincidences, some so mind-blowing you hardly believe it was truly chance that made things happen. But it was true for today at least, because with the sun tentatively warming his back he came upon something—a golden mare shining in the dawn-light, and a tall stallion with sparks of fire and copper struck in his pelt. She was equine; he bore leather wings against his sides. She smelled of the Falls; he smelled of, well.. nothing.
Mauja's head tilted to one side. Bingo.
"Greetings," he called, his light voice merging with the morning air instead of cutting through it, and the dew glistened upon his legs as he swept across the sparse meadow. With these things, you couldn't really afford to waste time, who knew how far this mare had come in offering him a place to stay already? As he came closer he slowed to a walk, before finally pausing, neck arching as pale eyes moved from one to the other and the owls circled overhead. A small hawk was hopping on the ground before the stallion—someone's companion, he assumed. "I am Mauja, of the World's Edge," he introduced himself, as usual forsaking any mention of his own title. "And who may you be?"
His gaze danced between the pair, including both in the question.
lord, the demands you're making-
help the monster on two feet
walk him down the hall, repeat
and when he's strong enough to stand alone
you'll notice what big teeth . . .
help the monster on two feet
walk him down the hall, repeat
and when he's strong enough to stand alone
you'll notice what big teeth . . .
