.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
05-13-2015, 09:57 AM
A S H A M I N
on his own
on his own
Ashamin passed through the gate created by the sentinel's at Phantom's side and sighed with relief as the silence of the night prevailed. It was good to enter the land as a part of it, without the fear that even at its very threshold he might be cast out.
As he walked with her, Ashamin watched the mare before him. She was taller than he, and larger as well; she had a confidence in her walk that he had never been able to emulate himself. She knew where she was going when he did not, he was sure that must have helped.
And it quickly became clear that not only did Phantom know where she was going, but she had a particular place in mind. They had not been walking for very long before Ashamin arrived, at her side, at the entrance of some sort of cave. Dim drips and echoes seeped out from its entrance, creating an atmosphere of dark, unfamiliarity. Unconciously, Ashamin pressed his ears to his head and squinted, as if looking in the dark for some intimation that a cave such as this could be called a home.
Then again, for months he'd been sleeping alone, in open fields; a cave was a cave, but a cave with company was a good place to settle for the night. "Thank you," he answered her politely, his tail tracing anxious lines in the frost, his mind contemplating her comment. Look for his own? No, he didn't think he'd want to have a home such as that, if it were to be an empty one. If he must find his own place to sleep, he would rather it be a place where he was able to see that captivating sky overhead and feel the chill of the frozen breeze.
But, perhaps when Frostfall came he would catch his death or come to his senses. Only time would tell.
Ashamin watched, mildly fascinated, as Phantom righted the braid across her back. So she was particular about her appearance, then? He caught a distorted glimpse of his own reflection in a patch of ice a few feet away, on the side of the cave wall, and frowned to himself. He looked a bit of a wreck, didn't he?
The young stallion sighed softly and took a few steps closer to Phantom, putting forth his nose and offering his cheek to touch with hers, as was his customary greeting. "It is very kind of you to take in a young wanderer," he added, his eyes soft, his voice a quiet shiver, and his neck still outstretched, reaching for the possibility of her touch. She seemed generous, perhaps even caring, but he wasn't certain she'd reciprocate the gesture.
_______________
What's a cave
to a buck
of the ice
and the snow?
What use is
a shelter
while the wind
rushes, blows?
[[For @[Phantom].]]
As he walked with her, Ashamin watched the mare before him. She was taller than he, and larger as well; she had a confidence in her walk that he had never been able to emulate himself. She knew where she was going when he did not, he was sure that must have helped.
And it quickly became clear that not only did Phantom know where she was going, but she had a particular place in mind. They had not been walking for very long before Ashamin arrived, at her side, at the entrance of some sort of cave. Dim drips and echoes seeped out from its entrance, creating an atmosphere of dark, unfamiliarity. Unconciously, Ashamin pressed his ears to his head and squinted, as if looking in the dark for some intimation that a cave such as this could be called a home.
Then again, for months he'd been sleeping alone, in open fields; a cave was a cave, but a cave with company was a good place to settle for the night. "Thank you," he answered her politely, his tail tracing anxious lines in the frost, his mind contemplating her comment. Look for his own? No, he didn't think he'd want to have a home such as that, if it were to be an empty one. If he must find his own place to sleep, he would rather it be a place where he was able to see that captivating sky overhead and feel the chill of the frozen breeze.
But, perhaps when Frostfall came he would catch his death or come to his senses. Only time would tell.
Ashamin watched, mildly fascinated, as Phantom righted the braid across her back. So she was particular about her appearance, then? He caught a distorted glimpse of his own reflection in a patch of ice a few feet away, on the side of the cave wall, and frowned to himself. He looked a bit of a wreck, didn't he?
The young stallion sighed softly and took a few steps closer to Phantom, putting forth his nose and offering his cheek to touch with hers, as was his customary greeting. "It is very kind of you to take in a young wanderer," he added, his eyes soft, his voice a quiet shiver, and his neck still outstretched, reaching for the possibility of her touch. She seemed generous, perhaps even caring, but he wasn't certain she'd reciprocate the gesture.
What's a cave
to a buck
of the ice
and the snow?
What use is
a shelter
while the wind
rushes, blows?
[[For @[Phantom].]]
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury.
Do not tag me, please message on skype instead
