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04-28-2015, 12:24 AM
Sikeax Turn everything off And just cover your neck Cause life is full of your regrets | ||
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Rain carelessly fell from above, driven by the heavy weight of gravity, throwing life after life away in the shape of lines slanted lines from what the eyes could see. It pounded away into the earth at a fast pace, drumming across the orange earth. The refuge that the mare had discovered beneath a tree was leaking. Lone drops that dared to defy the barrier filtered through and exploded upon impact against her damp, champagne coat. Sand glues itself to her like war paint. Out in the storm, experiencing his first of thousands, the child shows a side that Sikeax would probably list as a rare occurrance later on. He leaps and soars, flying upon leather wings, capturing the wind beneath them and trying to find something different. Dull happiness seaps into their bond. She offers him warm colours, of blue skies and the night sky, northern lights that some day she'll take him to see. All of this simply to fuel childhood wonders and simple pleasures that come with innocence. Sleep sweeps a gentle hand across her body. A distant rumble of thunder bellows through the visually silent landscape, offering something that Hobgoblin had never come to meet before. The foreign noise is reassured by the idea of gentle, soft waves passing through his mind. While her eyes lay dorminant, drinking the relaxing sensation of rest like it would be the last drop ever to exist, her ears stay for his every sound: the occasional chirp, a hiss produced at whatever has annoyed him(in which she lifts her head and checks to assure that her babe is well and without trouble), and the flapping of unsure wings. She treats him in the same fashion that a first time mother treats her new child, calling out with worried nickers and soft purrs of affection, tempting him to return to her side. She is never harsh towards him when he doesn't come. All that she ever asks is that he stay within distance, tucked away in her eye sight so that she could assure his safety. Lightning laughs manically over every free spirit across the land, igniting the world in a sudden, bright flash of light. For the child, it is too much too fast, and he finds the familiar fear that all children discover at a young age. Scales brush against her warm barrel, pressing inwards towards her ribs in desperate search for comforts and motherly love. A warm muzzle is rubbed against him, dusting him off with long bursts of her breath. His scent fills her nostrils as a reminder that he is really real, a being that would take years in the making to fully understand. "You're fine." The whisper makes a strive to soothe his worries and remove the creases of fear from the blanket that she threw over him. "It's only lightning. It wouldn't hurt you." Thunder groans in the belly of the gray clouds. OOC: @[Maren] For reference, Hobgoblin's current form is a Wyvern. He can't breathe fire, has two legs, and is silver. Body reference Tail is barbed. images | ||
