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09-05-2015, 12:46 PM
@Zünden :D aurora borealis ftw !!
Cαλεβ ανδ Ηενριεττα
The beast stands still, the dark sky above him coating him in shadows. There is a slow approach of green in the sky. At first, it is so slight, the brute wonders if he is imagining it. Then, it is vibrant, it's light painting the snow green. Hints of yellow appear. Then, purple and red. The entire night sky isn't dark anymore, but a rainbow. Steel eyes look upwards, admiring the sky in all it's raw elegance. Henrietta, whom lays at Caleb's side, could care less and decides to keep her lids shut, drifting off into a light sleep. Her appreciation for the world is about as deep as Caleb's appreciation of stupidity- none.
His feathered tail moves around behind him, lashing around like a whip- a writhing snake. With a large sigh, the beast's head drops to his hound and he nudges her with his snout. "You don't enjoy this?" He questions her, deep voice vibrating through him to her. She faintly growls, an indifferent, I do not care. A tight smile rises on his lips as he processes the fact that she does not care enough to even open a lid to watch the sky dance with all the colors of the rainbow.
His mind drifts to the one mare who would care. Her eyes would be glued to the Borealis, watching it's every flicker and gradient. She would be watching with an animated curiosity, using the sky as a metaphor for her life, or something similar. But he can't name the mare because if he does it'll mean more, this will all mean more. So he doesn't, tries not to imagine her name nor her image, but it is a hard task for the brute. He doesn't know if it love that fuels his desire for her or lust, but it is a powerful thing that gravitates him towards her. Without her, he feels deprived of something. Is this love or lust? He cannot name her, for all hell will break loose.
Sighing, he continues watching the sky, wondering whom will give him company. A pretty mare? A cocky stallion? Perhaps a lead?
and often times we call a
man cold when he is only sad.
thoughts
"speech."
"speech."
▷ baylee ◁
