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Night paints him in starker colors, truer colors, than daylight ever will. Caneo lives under the light of stars, his blood afire with their singing. The soft noise at his back is sparks on the tinder of his nerves; his body screams move at the same time his mind answers not yet. This is the Dragon's Throat, not any of the places before. Here he is safe, he must believe. So the only movement is the silver stallion's head, craning around to cock one pale eye at the shadow moving behind him. She means no harm; he impresses this thought upon his mind for a long time, too long, as his heart beats like a desperate bird. The stranger speaks first. The words dance with laughter around him, pulling the strings of his body further taut. You seen one? She is dark, dark enough that Caneo sees her as a void in the stars rather than a creature in her own right. He turns now, presenting the dagger tip of his horn, though somehow he does it without malice. Years of practice contribute only to living out this one lie: courtesy. Even with the water black behind him and the stranger black ahead, he will not falter, and he will not give away how terribly the dark things cry out in his mind. Caneo can't help the sharp backward twitch of one ear, though, as he wonders what she's even talking about. The barest hint of a frown slides through his eyes when the stranger clarifies. She teases him. Through narrowed eyes, he stares, outlining a pair of dark wings and the gleaming tip of a horn. He dreamed of a white mare, but if Caneo knows anything, he knows how to discard expectation. The wheels of thought turn slowly in his head, processing the gulf between what he wants and what now occurs, so even if he wants to answer, he doesn't. Instead he looks, with eyes like mirrors to a foreign sky, until the silence around them is heavy and even the water seems to breathe. "This one's alive," is all he says, at last. Head cocked, he regards the half-shadow without expression, but behind the pale mask of his face, his thoughts all coil up. |
@Ghost
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