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05-28-2015, 12:04 PM
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Crash
A weak light flickered on the horizon, obscured by stone and a veil of light flakes of snow. The monster stood still against the screaming winds, thick knots of hair bouncing off of his broad shoulders and muscular neck, chips of dried, rotting blood flaking off of the mats. Deep indigo eyes narrowed against the weather, focusing deep within the valley, the source of light becoming more aware in his groggy mind. Heavy crowned skull tilted to the left, forelock wrapped around the neighboring ear and wind-blown back into the rest of his dingy mane. Fleshy nostrils rattled while his prying mind mused over what could be happening in the distance; a healer playing with potions, perhaps? The idea of colorful, venomous liquids sloshing around in glass beakers allows the right side of his face to curl up in a smirk. Perhaps he would pursue a career in poisons and magic once his body begins to age past his prime. Finally, the beast wandered deeper into the valley between the mountains, heavy silver plates leaving behind little evidence as erosion played in the wind. Animated eyes stay trained on the dim light as the creature approached. The voices, they make no sense to straining ears. Massive jaws flex as the stallion bites down on hard bone, the blood of remaining cheat grass and sopping wet moss sliding through stained teeth. The water, having been sitting between tooth and cheek, dripped down the back of his throat in a thin warm stream. The heat could be felt traveling all the way down and into his gut, the cold seeming to have settled into his thick body, even with the aid of a shaggy pre-winter coat. A cluster of two, maybe three bodies finally formed as the man shuffled over the tundra, white ears laying down in dry hair as soon as the smell of a foreign body slithered into his nasal passage. The coppery sting of blood and decaying flesh made his lips twitch excitedly; surely this wasn't a brother or sister of the tundra, they wouldn't smell so out of place. The shuffle is switched to a brisk walk, crown rising once more and bobbing rhythmically with his stride. All three equine bodies and their companions are in a huddle on the frozen earth, clustered together around what may as well have been a corpse. Those were the flames he had spotted, dancing around a dark head of hair and curling around that short, curved neck. A child and a man rested at her side, the bird's head slumped uncomfortably in the babe's lap, the sweet stench of blood and grime wafting from her delimbed body. The wind continued to howl, but had lost some of it's strength behind the jagged hillsides, and their voices were no longer lost in the swift air. The monster stopped to the right of the antlered stallion, dark eyes staring down at the woman he could place in his memories, but not give a name. A flash of her gangly, youthful legs and wide eyes played on a dim screen behind his eyes. Wet, yellowed teeth show behind tri-colored lips while they peel apart, the woman's remaining feathers that had been harvested from her departed wing flopped about on his thick neck. "Well, well-" he breathed, deep voice hanging heavily over the dire scene. "look who's made it back home." The Gypsy dropped his lightly bearded jaw to sniff at the dying woman's dark stained cheek, icy eyes connecting with her own weak, vulnerable ones; even on the verge of meeting the Grim Reaper himself, those pretty yellow eyes still shimmered.. or maybe that was just an illusion with the help of the fire? Sharp eyes turned on the child, a rough scoff emptying his lungs of their remaining air before his attention refocused on Africa's battered body. Pink and black lips reached down once more, rubbing softly on one of the woman's hot ears. "What's wrong little bird?" he whispered, a cold, heartless chuckle following the soft coo. "Speaking"
@[Africa] @[Thranduil]Permission for minor power play from Riv. Awful start on my part, but here we go. ;-; |
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