satanic silk

Satanic Silk was walking in the small tide of the sea, playing with the water as it washed up around his fetlocks and cannon bones. He did not like the saltiness of the sea: it often got to places it should not and would irritate his skin. But around his legs he did not mind it, and enjoyed playing games with the water. The coolness of the tide reflected the coolness of the night that washed over him. It was a welcome relief from the heat of the day, and the moon shined down on him, welcoming him as one of her own. The sun, as much as he enjoyed the day, too often was at odds with the coloring of his body, and he frequently sought shade to relieve himself of the heat that would burden him.

Then why the hell am I living in the desert region? It was a question that begged asking. In honest, Apodis was the first one to reach out to him, and without knowing any better, Silk saw no reason to refuse the offer. He did not know many of his new herdmates. But he had met Africa, and Meraki, and of course Apodis.

As soon as he had thought her name, he saw her ahead in the distance. Africa. He looked at the roc that kept her company. And that dumb bird, too. Silk thought that the bird held a certain disliking for him, and Silk happily returned the favor. He wondered if it was always going to be like that, or if he and the flying creature could reach some sort of tender friendship.

He continues to walk toward her, keeping his wings tucked in. He had seen her one wing, and the scar that remained from where she lost the other. He did not want to offend her by using his. Instead he walked in a bit shallower water to quicken his pace, so that the sea now only hit against he base of his hoof when it washed up. He got closer, and called out her name with a soft cooing sound.

Africa He offered a simple smile for her. He'd taken a bit of a liking to her. She seemed so tender and fragile. He was sure she could take care of herself, especially with the small zephyr that kept so close. He finally reached her, and stopped a few feet away, still standing in the water. He had wanted to spend more time with her since the time by the fire - to learn more about her, her life, her story. He would never admit this interest, because he was a self-centered bastard. But interest existed all the same.