-- he ascends with no warning
the misplaced
gargoyle; a restless
beast who at first exists as little more than an ebon speck beneath an idling sun. a first-hand assessment that would be considered insulting if he possessed the { f u c k s } to mind. instead he simply travels onward, every poised step a categorical move to further pronounce his strength. each gesture riddled in sin and upheld by the bones which kept him together, the seamless cords that tied one part to the next. beautiful. and why shouldn't he be? this fleshed burden upon the earth, whose eyes are a contrasting violet to the utter
black that covers him whole. a truly unyielding color, victim to the sun and fiend to the dark. rumored
unholy but
really..
who should ever trust a gossip.
he slows, and mockingly comes to the conclusion that the world which now surrounds him resembles a fabled elysian and if it weren't for the fact he were destined for
hotter climates he'd feel certain he were dead.
no, it's merely too green. the abundant foliage exhausting as he works to ensure that his pointed crown remains untangled. and his feet are so heavy; leaded heels an assaulting force upon the underbrush. crack --
break. victimized cries of every nubile twig and brush that slumps and dies beneath the weight of him.
o o p s.
and still he walks, a vagabond who seeks a reason, the metaphorical light to the end of the tunnel.
anything that makes his travels here worthwhile. but then of
course, a sound. ears prick forward, air a suctioned force that ripples in and out of flaring nasal cavities. whoever they are he can
taste them, serpent tongue a slippery force on velvet kissers that see themselves to a fleeting grin as he seeks out the source of jasmine and musk.
or are we hiding?
an amused thought.
cruel impatience.
he maneuvers himself closer to the presumed origin of such a scent, heavy leaded vocals a heralding husk that easily breaks the silence.
"it's rude to try and sneak up on someone," and every word is kissed by a slavic touch, lethargically spoken,
" - come, there's no point in hiding."
[ ooc: first time roleplaying horses or something of the sort in like 7 years so eep excuse my rustiness ]
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